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Stroke 9 |
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Nasty Little Thoughts |
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Little Black Backpack |
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I know it |
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It's a shame |
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A shame I can't show it |
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And I see it |
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I can see it now |
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But I'm so far below it |
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Don't wanna |
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Don't wanna talk about it |
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I say why not? |
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Don't wanna think about it |
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I say there's got to be some good reason |
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For your little black backpack |
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Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back |
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And |
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Don't wanna tango with you |
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I'd rather tangle with him |
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I think I'm gonna bash his head in |
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And this shouldn't concern you except that |
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Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back |
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I feel you |
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Yes I can |
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What about that don't you understand? |
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I sense you |
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It's something sensual |
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But it's less than I planned |
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Don't wanna |
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You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight |
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Your mind is lined with layers of lead |
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Have you heard one thing that I've said? |
