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(Small town witch come to mess me up.. yeah) |
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See black, see bloom |
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Died on an impulse over you |
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Caught like a corpse crawling round a dream and loving you |
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And she hangs on youth |
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Crushing any feet to fit the shoes |
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Stepping it out with a size 12 mouth and cursing you |
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Small town witch come to mess me up |
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Small town witch come to mess me up |
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Small town witch come to mess me up again |
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She whored, she graced |
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Bitching with the bottle, saving face |
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Blowing it out as the jury's doubt is laid to waste |
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See black, see bloom |
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Choked up on a heartburn, bleeding through |
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How does it feel now the ones that feed are biting you |
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Small town witch come to mess me up |
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Small town witch come to mess me up |
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Small town witch come to mess me up again |
