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Give me back my kisses, give 'em back |
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Give me back my 501s, give 'em back |
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Give me back my pride, give it back |
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Give me back my toothbrush, give it back |
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And I'll give you back your love |
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'Cause all it was to me was a heavy backpack |
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Give me back my future, give it back |
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Give me back my polaroids, give 'em back |
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Give me back my friends, give 'em back |
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Give me back my peace of mind, give it back |
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And I'll give you back your love |
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'Cause all it was to me was a heavy backpack |
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And keep your temper to yourself |
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Try to control your psychotic reactions |
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Try not to ruin everybody's life around you |
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And get yourself a life |
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Give me back my car keys, my boxer, my DVD's |
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My porn films and all of my LPs |
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My my hair loss treatment shampoo and my all spice after shave too |
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And the photograph you keep in your wallet where I'm kissing you |
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Give me back my tools my guitar and my skateboard. My surfing mags and all of my surfboards |
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The time we wasted together the waves and the sunny weather |
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And keep the toys we had hid in the first drawer for when there's another |
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And keep your temper to yourself |
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Try to control your psychotic reactions |
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Try not to ruin everybody's life around you |
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And get yourself a life |
