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Tizzy Bac How About |
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zuò cí: chén huì tíng zuò qǔ: Tizzy Bac |
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I don' t even give a shat |
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of what you think of me |
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' cause I' ve stayed here too long |
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I can' t recognize myself |
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Whatever you do to me, I won' t change my mind |
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Should I show it all out? |
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Spatting in this insane world |
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How about today? How about tomorrow? |
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How about everyday? I' m just so sick of fall |
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I don' t even give a shat |
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of what you think of me |
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' cause I' ve stayed here too long |
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I can' t recognize myself |
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I don' t even give a shat |
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of what you think of me |
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' cause I' ve stayed here too long |
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I can' t recognize myself |
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Whatever you do to me, I won' t change my mind |
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Should I show it all out? |
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Spatting in this insane world |
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How about today? How about tomorrow? |
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How about everyday? I' m just so sick of fall |
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I don' t even give a shat |
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of what you think of me |
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' cause I' ve stayed here too long |
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I can' t recognize myself |
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I need a reason to drift above the sullen sea |
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You cynical, I' ll defeat |
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It doesn' t matter to me |
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And I' ve never wanted it so bad |
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' til my notion all dried |
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and don' t you give me no cure |
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so leave me thin and pure |