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You came |
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You went |
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My mind it got a dent |
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I couldn't make my rent |
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Cause all my cash was lent |
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This town is filled |
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With thousand dollar bills |
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Lamenated songs |
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Contaminated lungs |
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Well we read about it 15 times a day |
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Staring through a bag of Frito Lay |
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And I play with the fire and the stove |
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When my eyes peel out |
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And my finger tips get cold |
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Well it's real and it's fake |
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And it's flaming like a snake |
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And she's putting out my face, |
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With the rake |
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Oh honey you knew, |
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That you where my one and only blur |
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Unglued, depressed |
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Your meatloaf in my chest |
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Personality test |
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I failed with the best |
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Well I stomped |
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And I stormed |
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I passed out in your dorm |
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When you hustled me outside |
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I couldn't catch a ride |
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Let the subway trains speak to me now |
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I browsing through the supermarket town |
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And the girls don't talk when I'm around |
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And I'm feeling bad even though nothing's wrong |
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Choking on a breath mint |
