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Sticks and stones don't break my bones, you make believe |
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It's lock and load, it's a dead end road to you and me |
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You know what's to go, I'm strict for soul |
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I make believe |
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And I'm off the rent, I haven't spent, I guarantee |
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So can you not go away |
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If just for one day |
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Uh-uh-uh |
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Impossible, possible way |
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How would you do know |
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How'd you do now? |
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Run away |
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War sounds in you |
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Don't throw your fortune away |
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And I can't get enough |
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Space, space, space |
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Get enough space |
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I'm pale and coy |
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I'm a mamma's boy, I make believe |
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I shimmy-shake, I wake and bake, |
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I'm over me |
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I lost the beat, I can not breathe |
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Don't follow me |
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You push and shove, I've had enough, |
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You best believe |
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So can you not go away |
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If just for one day |
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Uh-uh-uh |
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Impossible, possible way |
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How would you do know |
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How'd you do now? |
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Run away |
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War sounds in you |
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Don't throw your fortune away |
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And I can't get enough |
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Space, |
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I can't Get enough space |
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Space |
