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Uh huh, oh yeah |
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Uh huh, oh yeah |
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Uh huh, uh huh |
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Truth hurts, yes it does |
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Sometimes I hurt you, baby, just because |
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Emotions defaulting on their loans |
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You spend the rest of your days alone, alone |
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Now, she's the queen of the bad dogs |
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She's the rumbling siren in the fog |
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And i'm the king of the submarines |
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Making horrible music for teens |
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You'll see me in your psychic visions |
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You'll feel me in your psychic visions |
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When you're going crazy |
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Oh, yeah (I feel it...) |
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Mistrust |
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You walk around looking for answers |
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And all the gypsies are stroking romancers |
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Tarot cards and chills to the bone |
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You're crushed under the weight of the great unknown |
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And she's the queen of the queen bees |
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She's coming on the next junk from Belize |
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I see her dancing in the Latin Quarter |
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Abbreviations make everything shorter |
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It's time you feel my psychic visions |
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It's time you see my psychic visions |
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I love to hear what your premonitions and sloppy incisions |
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Let's surround ourselves with the worst musicians |
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And they're writing this song |
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Oh, yeah |
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(Oh, psychic visions) |
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Oh, yeah |
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(Oh, psychic visions) |
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See your shrink if you're having doubt |
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Because the songs in your love line are running out |
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Gypsy woman rattle and shake for me |
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Gypsy woman rattle and shake for me |
