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She filled my boots |
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With blood and sand |
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Chase me backwards up the stairs boy |
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Do the slip down sit down danger use |
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I have a dangerous use for you |
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I have a dangerous |
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She said stuff our lives in a bottle |
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And jam on the quick cork now |
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She ends up |
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With one billion |
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Beautiful bucks |
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I wind up |
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With a bottle of blood |
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And veins full of sand |
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Now all day long |
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She hits me up with needles |
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Full of air-fix-glue |
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And says "Run until |
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You start to slow |
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Down set in motion |
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Stop!" |
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Do the freeze frame |
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Frame me up for maybe life |
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Less of you, less of you |
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Lifeless of you, less of you |
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Quick swallow your soul! |
