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Oh my god, |
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Tied up to entertain the firing squad |
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I gotta hand it to you |
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I-I-I don't know why you're so trigger-happy, |
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I-I-I suppose you're gonna tell me |
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Tick, tick, tick, |
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My heart's the bomb that's going 2-4-6 |
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This isn't easy, singin' "I-I-I don't know why you do it to me, I-I-I don't know why you bait me" |
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Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh |
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We go back and forth together, ' |
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Cause she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows |
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She's no good for me |
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So we go, we go, we go, we go |
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Runnin' round and round in circles |
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In this goddamn stranglehold |
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Dead cassettes unwound, |
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I need another cigarette |
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Jet setter alligator, |
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I-I-I don't know, know no chaos theory - |
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I-I-I can't even spell my name in cursive |
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She's so cool |
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She's such a temperamental animal |
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She's locked and loaded, singin' "I-I-I don't know why you do it to me, I-I-I won't go, go, go, go" |
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Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh |
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We go back and forth together, ' |
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Cause she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows |
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She's no good for me |
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So we go, we go, we go, we go |
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Runnin' round and round in circles |
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In this goddamn strangleho-o-old |
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In this goddamn strangleho-o-old |
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You're coming on so strong, |
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Seems it won't be long before we're |
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Twisted into a knot on |
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The floor of this elevator |
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You're coming on so strong, |
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It seems it won't be long before we're |
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Twisted into a knot on |
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The floor of this elevator |
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Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh |
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We go back and forth together, ' |
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Cause she knows, she knows, she knows, she knows |
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She's no good for me |
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So we go, we go, we go, we go |
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Runnin' round and round in circles |
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In this goddamn strangleho-o-old |
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In this goddamn strangleho-o-old |
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Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh |
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We go round, round, round in a strangleho-old |
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Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh |
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We go round, round, round in a strangleho-old |
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Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh |
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We go round, round, round in a strangleho-old |
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Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh |
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We go round, round, round in a strangleho-old |
