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I took cutie for a ride in my deathcab |
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She tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab |
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Before she left she made a dashboard confessional |
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And spilled her guts in cursive but whats worse is |
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I could still see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate |
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Oh my and in a funny way it irritates |
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So high but no chance |
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My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth |
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But I imposed her like hey mercedes why the long face |
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Why you cryin? theres no need |
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Just put on this coheed and fallout |
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Boy meets girl jimmy eat world |
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But Schlep eats pills till hes all out |
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Not once not twice she was thrice times a lady |
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Mackin on brand new, but I had to |
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Bounce over to the postal service to |
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Pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness |
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And all the way I saw planes that were mistooken for stars |
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She played games but she took em too far |
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At the drive in |
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Watching soft porn and you can tell |
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By the trail of the dead, that there was somethin in the popcorn |
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I hop in my cab destination midtown |
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Just to get up with some kids that like to get down |
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I'd made my rounds and that was that |
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In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks |
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And I remember I seen her ass in early november |
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On a thursday takein back sunday for a refund |
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She shot a wink like no hard feelings |
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Then she jetted to brazil man them pills had me spun |
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This is the story of the year right here |
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This is hot water music |
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Put ya ramen into it |
