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There's a boot on your head |
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And spit on the leather and skin |
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A muffled roar, a pink rose |
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And something throbbing within |
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There's a star in your ear |
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And something stuck in your throat |
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And there's a scar right here |
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And my heart went to float |
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Pornero |
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Pornero |
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Pornero |
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There are those |
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Who rose from their bed |
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God knows what went through their head |
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But they caught a bus, a train, a break |
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And went ahead |
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They are miserable dogs now |
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Food for dogs now |
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But not you |
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You shimmer and shine |
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An angel divine |
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Every night |
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There's a boot on your head |
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And spit on the leather and skin |
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A muffled roar, a pink rose |
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And something throbbing within |
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There's a star in your ear |
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And something stuck in your throat |
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There's a scar right here |
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And my heart went to float |
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Pornero |
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There's a boot on your head |
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And spit on the leather and skin |
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A muffled roar, a pink rose |
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And something throbbing within |
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There's a star in your ear |
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And something stuck in your throat |
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There's a scar right here |
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And my heart went to float |
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Pornero |
