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can't believe that I got so down I dropped my guard again hit me! hit me! |
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palpitations and goo-goo eyes, the transformation is sad and sickly |
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she pulled out a "Tyson" from out of the blue, and met with a sickening crunch |
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CHORUS: |
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she got me... woah, she got me |
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she got me... with a suckerpunch |
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senses reeling from too much shit, I hit the floor again, panic, panic! |
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calm and cold as a witches tit, sometimes I think I act cosmically |
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with all of the shit that flew out of my lips, there's no use in asking much |
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CHORUS: |
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she got me... woah, she got me |
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she got me... with a sucker... sucker... sucker... waah, you fucker! |
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(one... two... three... four...) |
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{mosh!} |
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why I see her face in a million stars, I'm wondering |
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thought I had good taste 'til I found I'd none at all |
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nearly did appear as the asshole of the year |
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and then she strikes... |
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and now I'm back, the guy I've been, before the idiot sat in |
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can't believe that I got so down, it probably happens on a daily basis |
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many millions of messed up minds compete to win in the loser races |
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peeling my mind like she's one of a kind, or maybe just out to lunch |
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CHORUS: |
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she got me... woah, she got me |
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she got me... with a suckerpunch |
