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Hey hey hey, check it out, tickets to the ride sold on the side hooked yourself up |
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I'll run till my wallet falls out (x2.5) (x2) |
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I lost a switch blade running across a field one time (x4.5) |
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I lost a (x10) |
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My ghost? A bad spelling of my wording, till the date that I go bad by (x2) |
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The half baby poor |
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That half wells up in my navel |
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Reminds me of children coughing from comas |
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Up wing tips a tophat or both |
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Their loose teeth on their mind |
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Turning blood in the mouth |
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Of eigth grade picture takers |
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While knowing too well that their |
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Plaster cast childhood hand print has |
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Already been hung out to dust |
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On the yellowing walls of their go going gone grandparent's house |
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(x2) |
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I'll run till my wallet falls out (x2.5) (x2) |