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You can go out and destroy, |
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What's already spent. |
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You can blame on your hat, |
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The faults in your head. |
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The more you pass through my pores |
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The worse it gets. |
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At or in, |
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What place did you think |
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Your mind would fit? |
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When did you realize |
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That you couldn't follow this out |
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Through to the end. |
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Clearly this is your loss. |
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Clearly it's not my loss. |
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Clearly it's just bad luck. |
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Clearly it doesn't mean a thing. |
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Cause she's an indie rocker |
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And nothing's gonna stop her. |
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Her fashion fits. |
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Cause she's an indie rocker |
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And nothing's gonna stop her. |
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Plumbline says she's a bitch. |
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And that's a lot to reject |
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If that's the best you can do. |
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And that's a lot to accept |
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If that's the best you can do. |
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You've got a great collection of things |
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Cause that's the best you can do. |
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Clearly this is your loss. |
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Clearly it's not my, my loss. |
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Clearly it's just bad luck. |
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Clearly it doesn't mean a thing, mean a thing, mean a thing. |
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She's an indie rocker |
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And nothing's gonna stop her. (Mean a thing) (repeat 3 times) |
