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Sell the kids for food |
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Weather changes moods |
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Spring is here again |
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Reproductive glands |
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He's the one |
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Who likes all our pretty songs |
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And he likes to sing along |
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And he likes to shoot his gun |
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But he knows not what it means |
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Knows not what it means |
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And I say yeah |
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We can have some more |
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Nature is a whore |
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Bruises on the fruit |
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Tender age in bloom yeah |
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He's the one |
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Who likes all our pretty songs |
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And he likes to sing along |
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And he likes to shoot his gun |
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But he knows not what it means |
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And he knows not what it means |
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When I say yeah |
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Yeah |
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He's the one |
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Who likes all our pretty songs |
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And he likes to sing along |
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And he likes to shoot his gun |
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But he don't know what it means |
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Don't know what it means |
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He's the one |
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Who likes all our pretty songs |
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And he likes to sing along |
|
And he likes to shoot his gun |
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But he knows not what it means |
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Knows not what it means |
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And i said yeah |
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[fading] |
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He's the one |
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Who likes all our pretty songs |
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And he likes to sing along |
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And he likes to shoot his gun |
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And he likes to sing along |
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And he likes to shoot his gun |
