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Trapped in time and I don't know what to do |
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These friends of mine, I can see right through |
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You don't gotta tell me how I don't gotta move |
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'Cuz I'm sittin' back here sharin' in the groove |
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Me no want no nice guy |
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(Me no want no nice guy) |
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Me no want no nice guy |
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(Me no want no nice guy) |
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Me no want no nice guy |
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(Me no want no nice guy) |
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I walk through the hallways inside my mind |
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I chase the back beat from behind |
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Big dude in the doorway was blockin' my way |
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He reached to grab me and this is what he said |
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Me no want no nice guy |
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(Me no want no nice guy) |
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Me no want no nice guy |
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(Me no want no nice guy) |
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Me no want no nice guy |
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(Me no want no nice guy) |
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This is the end, my only friend, the end |
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Indians lying on dawn's highway bleeding |
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Ghosts in the young child's fragile mind |
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Careful with that axe, Eugene |
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Mother |
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Careful with that axe, Eugene |
