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Fifteen songs, fifteen shows, |
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Fifteen pigs sucking at your tit |
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How does it feel to live here |
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How does it feel to leave here |
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Fifteen notes, fifteen notes, |
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Fifteen dogs chewin' on your throat |
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How does it feel to come home |
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I wish you had a home |
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And you've got nothing I want |
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But got something I need |
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You got the elegance, ability to breed |
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Traffic report, fifteen dead, |
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Head on collision at least that's what I thought I'd read |
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We're the kids in America |
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We're the kids in America |
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Fifteen days, You're back on track |
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Fifteen ounces cut out of your ****ing back |
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How does it feel to be you |
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I do not envy you dude |
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You've got nothing I like but got something I love |
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You've got the charm and skills to rise above |
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You know how to be loved |
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And you're as clean as a broke dick |
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I don't want to be like you, but I'm still rooting for you |
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I would hate to be like you, but I'm still rooting for you |
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I would hate to be like you, but I'm still rooting for you |
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I don't want to be like you, but I'm still rooting for you |
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You've got nothing I hate |
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But got something I loathe |
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You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes |
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And they will tell you when to go |
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And they'll tell you who to know |
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And they will tell you when to stop |
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And then you'll stop |