Kishore Kumar Hits

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Is this the part where I'm supposed to seem grateful
You're taking me for a ride
Talk in circles from which I won't escape til
Another one of us die
Pay
Me
Such a small and arrogant man
He's the king bullshitter
Patron saint of conceit
And a material worshipper
Trash begat trash that begot me
The dying son of a bastard's breed
No need to trek down memory lane
That's not my fucking name
Old man
I wish it was you on the underside
Hot metal and the subsequent ambulance ride
I wish it was you on the underside
The machines and the helicopter flight
I wish it was you on the other side
So I step in line

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