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With both eyes closed I blew out his windows |
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A cheap shot I know but someone had to do it |
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It isn't like he deserves it that's easy for you to say |
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He's not our kind, he's not your type |
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Just look into his eyes |
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On my side of town |
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We let the lights go down |
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Get out our knives and go for a long drive |
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I'm nothing special, a yard sale collectable for your table |
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Eventually you'll too gather dust like the rest of us |
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Left out to rust |
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Tell me tongith, can we be magnetic |
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Lightning will strike and all of us will get in |
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Now that I'm social I'm at your disposal |
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A chair at the table |
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Eventually you'll too gather dust like the rest of us |
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Left out to rust |
