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Megadeth--No More Mr Nice Guy |
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No more Mister nice guy |
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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing |
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'Til they got a hold of me |
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I opened doors for little old ladies |
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I helped the blind to see |
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers |
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They can't be seen with me |
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And I'm gettin' shot down |
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And I'm feeling mean |
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No more Mister nice guy |
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No more Mister clean |
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No more Mister nice guy |
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They say he's sick, he's obscene |
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers |
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They can't be seen with me |
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And I'm gettin' shot down |
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And I'm feeling mean |
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No more Mister nice guy |
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No more Mister clean |
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No more Mister nice guy |
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They say he's sick, he's obscene |
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My dog bit me on the leg today |
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My cat clawed my eye |
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My mom's been thrown out of the society circle |
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My dad's had to hide |
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I went to church incognito |
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And everybody rose, the reverend Smith |
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He recognized me |
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Punched me in the nose |
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No more Mister nice guy |
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No more Mister clean |
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No more Mister nice guy |
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They say he's sick, he's obscene |
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No more Mister nice guy |
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No more Mister clean |
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No more Mister nice guy |
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They say he's sick, he's obscene |
