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Well I'm fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah |
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I'm feelin very sorry that it hasn't rained all year |
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I'm feelin very sorry that I, that I've got the fear |
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It's taking time to sort through my winding mind |
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When i can smell her on my neck |
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(yeah) |
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You've got to, you've got to run away |
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You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby |
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You've got to fade away |
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Until there's no one left but you |
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The ship is down |
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Skins is on the sidewalk |
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Filling things with acid |
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Mom is in the kitchen |
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Crying for her father |
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Meaningless as music |
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Making as amusements |
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Slides into the doorway |
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Chattering like horseplay |
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I am, I am sending you a love letter from hell |
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Fuck the boys, fuck all the boys |
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Fuck girls while you're at it |
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Load into a limousine |
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Well I'm fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah |
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I'm feelin very sorry that it hasn't rained all year |
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I'm feelin very sorry that I that ive got the fear |
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It's taking time to sort through my winding mind |
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When I can smell her on my neck |
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(yeah) |
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You've got to, you've got to run away |
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You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby |
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You've got to fade away |
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'Til there's no one left but you |
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The ship is down |
