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can't believe that |
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I got so down |
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I dropped my guard again hit me! hit me!palpitations and goo-goo eyes, the transformation is sad and sicklyshe pulled out a " |
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Tyson" from out of the blue, and met with a sickening crunch |
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CHORUS:she got me... woah, she got meshe got me... with a suckerpunchsenses reeling from too much shit, |
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I hit the floor again, panic, panic!calm and cold as a witches tit, sometimes |
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I think I act cosmicallywith all of the shit that flew out of my lips, there's no use in asking much |
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CHORUS:she got me... woah, she got meshe got me... with a sucker... sucker... sucker... waah, you fucker!(one... two... three... four...){mosh!}why |
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I see her face in a million stars, |
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I'm wonderingthought |
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I had good taste 'til |
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I found I'd none at allnearly did appear as the asshole of the yearand then she strikes...and now |
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I'm back, the guy |
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I've been, before the idiot sat incan't believe that |
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I got so down, it probably happens on a daily basismany millions of messed up minds compete to win in the loser racespeeling my mind like she's one of a kind, or maybe just out to lunch |
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CHORUS:she got me... woah, she got meshe got me... with a suckerpunch |
