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It's not a crime if you don't get caught |
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A marriage made in the emergency ward |
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I'd rather ride the roller coaster |
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Than the merry go round |
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My brain conspires against me |
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A self fulfilling prophecy |
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I'd rather eat peaches |
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Than taste that golden brown |
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No one that you can rely on |
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Long ago I gave up tryin' |
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No one on whom you can depend |
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And I got a home I gotta defend |
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(Here we go again) |
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It's getting harder to relate |
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It's such a bitch to just stay grounded |
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Please tell me that it's not too late |
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That my fears are all unfounded |
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It's a steady downhill slide |
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And the screws are turning tighter |
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And you never will unwind |
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Your complexion's turning whiter |
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Quick fix |
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You reap what you sow... and I oughta know |
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Quick fix |
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Liquid courage and powerdered panache |
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Stolen light late night gate crash |
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Long heedless of the pipes and needles |
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Scattered on the ground |
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It's too late for apologies |
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There's no respect - no boundaries |
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Barricade the building |
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Burn the projects down |
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No one that you can rely on |
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Long ago I have up tryin' |
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No one on whom you can depend |
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And I got a head I gotta defend |
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(Here we go again) |
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It's getting harder to relate |
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It's such a bitch to just stay grounded |
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Please tell me that it's not too late |
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That my fears are all unfounded |
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It's a steady downhill slide |
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And the noose is getting tighter |
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And you never will unwind |
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Your complexion's turning whiter |
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Quick fix |
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You reap what you sow... |
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And I oughta know |
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Quick fix |
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Perfect victim sitting duck |
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They're in the playground waiting |
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I can hear their stereos |
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I can see their whores fellating |
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Pull the covers 'round your head |
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They're waiting at your door |
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Better load your .44 |
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This is civil war |
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You better load your .44 |
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This is civil war |
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Quick fix |