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Suckin' on a screw down, lie lappin' break down |
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Kissin' up the boy, while the |
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Church burns down |
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Makin' up to |
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God, makin' up your bed |
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Lyin' up the |
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God, playin' dead |
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I see the fizzle where the bombs fell on the beach |
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Tell me why the truth is what's stuck between your teeth |
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No one's leaving, till |
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I say soHold that breathin', this much |
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I knowI know, where it hurts |
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I know, where it hurts |
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I know, where it hurts |
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Open up the flood gates, open up the seven gates |
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Open up the door, hear the church burns down |
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Streakin' like a comet, chokin' on your vomit |
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One more roll play dead |
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I feel the pressure comin' down upon my head |
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Lord tell me why the truth is sometimes better dead |
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No one's leaving, till |
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I say soHold that breathin', this much |
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I know!I know |
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I knowI know |
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Hit the streets, hit the wall |
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Hit the sheets, have a ball |
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In the mouth, in the face |
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In the teeth, take a taste |
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Hit me where it hurts |
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Come on and, hit me where it hurts |
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Make 'em pay, make a stand |
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Break away, be a man |
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Who ya be? |
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Who ya are? |
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Where ya live? |
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What ya are? |
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Hit you where it hurts |
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Gonna hit you where it hurts, hit |
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Suckin' on a screw down, lie lappin' break down |
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Kissin' up the boy, while the |
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Church burns down |
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Makin' up to |
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God, makin' up your bed |
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Lyin' up the |
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God, playin' dead, playin' dead, dead dead |
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No one's leaving, till |
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I say soNo more reason, this much |
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I knowI know, where it hurts |
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I know, where it hurts |
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I know, where it hurts |
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Where it hurts |
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Where it hurts |
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Where it hurts |
