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She was smoking up all his cigarettes |
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And putting 'em out in his hand |
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She said that you think this hurts now, kid, well |
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Just wait till later man |
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This is fucking torture to me, it's fucking torture |
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Nefarious, nefarious |
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It's enough to have to meet ya |
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Nefarious, nefarious |
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And there's nothing that could reach ya |
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What's good, what's not so good |
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Sometimes it's hard for her to tell |
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What's good, what's not so good, |
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Sometimes it's hard |
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When she knows you so well and when she knows you so well |
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And now your teeth are red and there's a little bit about you I don't |
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wanna know, uh huh |
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And now your teeth are all red and there's a little bit about you I |
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don't wanna know, uh huh |
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But when there's something that wants this much to happen, |
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There's no need to be alarmed. |
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But I'm not so sure if I want to get in that car, |
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Because I caught you cheating, and caulking your chair |
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And now your teeth are all red and there's a little bit about you I |
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don't wanna know, uh huh |
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And now your teeth are all red and there's a little bit about you I |
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don't wanna know, uh huh |
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Nefarious, nefarious |
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It's enough to have to meet ya |
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Nefarious, nefarious |
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And there's nothing that could reach ya |
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And you're tearing me apart, tearing me apart, |
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It's enough to have to meet ya. |
