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We're nothing special Identical imbeciles Call around on a Sunday and cop a feel We're all clones Bullshit down the phone Wanna join my cult and keep my pocket full What's in your head? I think it's your big bang theory What's in your head? I think it's your big bang theory Don't ask me now I'm still far too young to follow you Don't ask me now I've still got a million things to do Don't ask me now I'm still far too young to follow you Don't ask me now I've still got a million things to do Fireside security Legoland family Six feet safely from my crimes Teenage turbulence Trash can tragedies Letras de cancionesThe weeping of a willow under sky What's in your head? I think it's your big bang theory What's in your head? I think it's your big bang theory Don't ask me now I'm still far too young to follow you Don't ask me now I've still got a million things to do Don't ask me now I'm still far too young to follow you Don't ask me now I've still got a million things We are marching like pigs, to the market of flesh With humps on our backs and hair on the palms of our hands Marching like pigs, to the market of flesh With humps on our backs and hair on the palms of our hands From Letras Mania