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Did you tell me, "What an utter cock"? |
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With marking on a mirror, marking up a truck, |
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You tie and talk me up |
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Do you think your social's good enough? |
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You turbo-charged the poise, but you can't turn it off |
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And all the kids are fired up |
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And now you're gone, I'm lying in your bed |
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It's not my birthday, do not mind me |
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I sold you out, the money's in the van |
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You make it hard to be around, and I'll be around |
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I'll be around |
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I know a pig that has a big percent |
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Maybe could you embarrass me enough? |
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For sitting in the kitchen, for maybe staying over |
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You think I'd dick you over |
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Made it with your now boy, and you're off |
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Looking for a wooden plane and Hershey stuff |
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And anything to bring you luck |
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Now you're gone, I'm lying in your bed |
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It's not my birthday, do not mind me |
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I sold you out, the money's in the van |
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You make you hard to be around, I'll be around |
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I'll be around |
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I know a pig that has a big percent |
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Firefly grounding, seeking, sounding |
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Oh I hope you are not dead |
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Yet. |
