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Come on, I'll be a no one for you, ooh hey |
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Got you wrong, it's not your fault, sometimes I'd rather feel cheap |
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You can't keep suckling me 'cause I was trying so hard to enjoy everything |
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That I ended up enjoying nothing |
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Seriously I'm really well fed |
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I know previously you need me like a hole in the head but |
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Come on, I'll be a no one for you, ooh, hey |
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Stay home and write a song for you, ooh, hey |
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Shooting star, change of heart, something that you rarely see |
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Smell the lilies on me, yeah |
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Roadside, covered in flies |
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And caustic soda, we're giving off the same odor |
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Seriously I'm really well fed |
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I know previously you need me like a hole in the head but |
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Come on, I'll be a no one for you, ooh, hey |
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Stay home and write a song for you, ooh, hey, you, ooh, he |
