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Since we left these dark nights in Africa | And escaped to the security of our armchairs | We had forgotten the horror
Since we left these dark nights in Africa And escaped to the security of our armchairs We had forgotten the horror Of dubstep festivals Night after night, thousands of bros migrate into the area Each night a nightmare In appearance, they are like dogs But these strange animals' nearest relative is the mongoose Both male and female have what look's like a penis They greet with a peculiar ritual Ceremony involves sniffing and licking the genitals In the most gruesome way This is the story of "Lost Souls" Ain't washed for three days, eat some ass at the rave Eating ass in the club like Sorry man, jungles all look the same to me Ain't washed for three days, eat some ass at the rave (go!) Eating ass in the club like
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