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This is a bullet from a gun called, "What the fuck?" |
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If I was standing in your shoes, |
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I'd throw my hands straight up |
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And start explaining at the speed of light, not sound |
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How the words get some coffee, came to mean, get down |
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And all the king's horses and all the king's yen |
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Couldn't stop the abracadabra that invites these men |
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And all the alleyways in |
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Amsterdam could not compete |
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Against the |
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Wall Street speed with which you leave your feet |
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Oh yes, this song is a joke |
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Funny like our house goin' up in smoke |
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Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss |
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You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips |
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Everytime the phone rings you get there first |
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And when the pizza man comes, you always run for your purse |
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Now I'm the son of a banker, |
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I know just what the deal is |
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If you wrote it out in braille, |
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I wouldn't even have to feel it |
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Oh yes, this song is a joke |
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Funny like our house goin' up in smoke |
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Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss |
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You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips |
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Funny how goodbye can sound so sad sometimes |
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Today it sounds happy like a nursery rhyme |
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And you're not |
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Cinderella, so don't forget your shoes |
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I've never been as lonely as when |
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I was with you |
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Oh yes, this song is a scream |
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Funny like our lovin' doused in gasoline |
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Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss |
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You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips |
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This is fireman |
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McNeil from the |
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Hennepin line |
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We got the call around ten, we couldn't get there in time |
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There was a driveway leading to a hole in the ground |
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I got the heebies bone deep and turned the truck straight around |
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Oh yes, this song is a joke |
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Funny like my fingers in your bicycle spokes |
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Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss |
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You pulled out the pin with your own sweet lips |
