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I can't believe the weather this year |
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I don't think nature can be trusted anymore |
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She's got a taste for human blood and misery |
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She won't be happy till we're gone, gone, gone |
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So don't push your luck |
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Don't screw this up for me |
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So don't push your luck |
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'Cause we ran out of sympathy |
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I can't believe the weather this year |
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Who'd have thought that we could screw this up so fast |
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I kind of thought that you would live forever |
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Ten years of separating trash won't satisfy her |
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So don't push your luck |
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Don't screw this up for me |
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So don't push your luck |
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'Cause we ran out of sympathy |
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So don't push your luck |
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Don't screw this up for me |
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So don't push your luck |
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'Cause we ran out of sympathy |
