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Bones (bones) (bones) |
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Bones (bones) (bones) |
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Bones (bones) (bones) |
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Bones (bones) (bones) |
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They talked about you |
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Like you were a piece of cake |
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One that tasted |
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Just like a sugar snowflake |
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(They would beg for their lives) |
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Still all their parts would break (would break) |
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See my own reflection |
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On your tongue |
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From this kiss there is nowhere to run |
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To run to run to run |
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Chorus |
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Bones |
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The boys are probably |
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Way to tough to get hurt |
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Bones |
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Now we all cry |
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Like little girls |
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So now I guess |
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It's my turn to get butterflies |
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When you smile |
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But unlike them I will realize |
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(It's better when you're at the graveyard) |
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With mirrors in the skies |
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You were gonna hurt me |
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So bad tonight |
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From this kiss there is nowhere to hide |
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To hide to hide to hide |
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Chorus |
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(Little girls) |
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Bones (bones) |
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Under your bed |
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Under your bed |
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Then the boys get rest |
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You were gonna hurt me |
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You were gonna hurt me so bad |
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Bones (bones) |
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The boys are probably |
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Way too tough to get hurt |
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Bones (bones) |
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The boys are probably |
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Way too tough to get hurt |
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Tough to hurt |
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Bones (bones) |
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Now we all cry like little girls |
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Like little girls |
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Bones (bones) (bones) |
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Bones (bones) (bones) |
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Bones |
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Bones (bones) |
