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P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y
People in the city
P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y
People in the city
P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y
People in the city
P.E.O.P.L
P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y
People in the city
P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y
People in the city
P.E.O.P.L.E.C.I.T.Y
People in the city
P.E.O.P.L
where to go?

she's the sweetest queen, I've ever seen
(C P L 5 9 3 H)
See here she comes, see what I mean?
(C P L 5 9 3 H)
I could talk talk talk
(Make it real loud) 

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud 
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch 
(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud 
Put your
(Make it real loud) 

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud 
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch 
(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud 
Put your
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls 
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls 
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls 
P.L.O. style

Here
to the teeth
And teeth to the loves and curses

Honey
Can you reach the spots that need oiling and fixing?

H-E-L-P
Help me, help me

H-E-L-P
Help me,
to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L
P-E-O-P-L-E-C-I-T-Y
People in the city
People in the city
People in the city
People in the city

Moving watching working sleeping
Driving
(Make it real loud) 

(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud 
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch 
(A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E) Make it real loud 
Put your
Racer
Odd World
we get a living
that came in our possession

P. L. A. Y. S. T. A. T. I. O. N.
P. L. A. Y. S. T. A. T. I. O. N.
P. L. A. Y. S. T. A.
This l-u-v
Is a b-I-g
L-o-a-d
A p-I-l-e
Of b-u-l-l
S-h-I-t

You ask me to stay
I will r-u-n away
You will l-I-e
And h-u-r-t
This is not
JJK Mel
Scent of Vichy
....expensive
JJK Mel
A.K.A. M.E.L.P/B.L.E.
Speciality
Superb sunflowers
From the outskirts
the melodic experience
P-A-L-A-B-R-A 

De Darwin à winners
Todos son blousés, beautiful losers
Ah mais pourtant la blogosphère
Relie sans cesse mes hémisphères
Et c'est le barnum
today
We're mighty thankful now that H.E.L.P.'s on its way
Salad with a special knock you right off your seat
With carrot juice to wash it all down
Yummy
P. L. U. R
(Peace, love, unity, respect. These are all the things that I will never forget)

No hate
Just party and play
Let the lights
P.O.L.I.C.E
They got nothing on me.
Nothing on me.

Arrested and held by the Scotland Yard.
The secret service men told them that I messed with a guard.
Su damlası gibi hayat, özgürüm
Islak, çıplak, pırıl pırıl bir damla içimde
Uzak bir ışık, bir
mañana se olvido el reloj
Silvestre con piolín huyo
Y Venecia sin agua por qué no pago

P L A N E T A Cumbia
P L A N E T A Cumbia
Planeta Cumbia
Planeta
Discover l.i.m.p. say it
Discover l.i.m.p. say it 
Discover l.i.m.p. say it 
Discover l.i.m.p. say it  
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated,
Discover L I M P say it
Discover L I M P say it
Discover L I M P say it
Discover L I M P say it
Discover

No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated
We're the exploited barmy army, don't threaten us 
E-X-P-L-O-I-T-E-D 
Don't mess, with the barmy army 
Don't fight, with the barmy army 
Don't
of Scrabble
And we're even stevens

I know it's a consequence
Of clinging to consonants
But P-R-L-N-Q-F-C
Spells trouble to me

Come on
Am I really that simple?
S-I-M-P-L-E

I know when I'm climbing trees
I'm looking for how far I see
I'm seeing much clear when it's not cloudy
Why
Revolution for the sake of violence
Tear gas, bullets and the police sirens
Street marauders born to die

Crimewave
Crimewave

P.L.O.'s got

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