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Look at me, |
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Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again. |
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Although you're a solid pile of hate, |
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You're still pretty like a cake. |
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Pulling out a bat at the |
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Kill Me Court, |
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Slaps me that |
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I can't handle you... |
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But yes, no, yes, no, yes, |
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Tell me how to live! |
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Boy Soprano, |
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Racing me away from here. |
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Boy Soprano, |
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Where will go tonight? |
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Boy Soprano, |
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Do what you can to shock me. |
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Boy Soprano, |
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I hope you make it, |
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I hope you have. |
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When you get to be my age, |
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The police don't assume that you still like to light things on fire... |
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Bearing that in mind |
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I wouldn't trust me either! |
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But it was the two of us, |
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Watching two bunnies hop across the |
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Peach Street |
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Gang. Yes, no, yes, no, yes, |
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Confide in me; you don't want to die. |
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Look from the stains on my gloves to the stains on yours, |
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Thanks for telling me that |
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Vodka is a pansy drink. |
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But the handball is in your court little boy. |
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Boy Soprano, |
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Take me away from here, |
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Boy Soprano, |
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Where will we go tonight? |
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Boy Soprano, |
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Do what you can to shock me. |
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Boy Soprano, |
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I hope you make it, |
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I hope you have. |
