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All my kids with your fingers on the trigger I stay at home, should've used the fucking slipper I'm moving back, back in time I'm going back to '89 You're all the same To me You're all the same To me You're all the same To me You're all the same And the seed goes on And the seed goes on And the seed goes on And the seed And the seed goes on I said all my kids with your fingers on the trigger I stay at home, should've used the fucking slipper I'm moving back, back in time I'm going back to '89 And a feeling in my bones and the feeling ain't right Slip down, tuck down, it's the end in sight Just a sad sack in the wind, that's the way it goes Letras de cancionesWatch your kids run, fade away like ghosts You're all the same To me You're all the same To me You're all the same To me You're all the same And the seed goes on From Letras Mania