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So you had a lot of friends, big black |
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BenzRockin' like |
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Dokken till the party ends |
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Pink champagne can't complain |
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Everyone's there for you |
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Messed up hair, messed up nose |
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Cocaine habit that no one knows about |
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Even thought the lies get told |
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Everybody knows the truth |
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Can ya get down? |
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I don't wanna be around |
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When you come down |
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Get your feet back on the ground |
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Can ya get down? |
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You ain't acting like you're supposed to |
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When you fall down |
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Will it even make a sound?' |
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Cause you're a boom batter |
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And your wallet's getting fatter, fatter |
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Livin' for yourself thinkin' no one |
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Else will even matter |
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Skeezin' and you sneezing |
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You're allergic to the normal crowd |
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I heard you were from |
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Carters Ville |
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Oh my God, don't say that too loud |
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So afraid that they're gonna know |
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That you're gonna show that you're normal, normal? |
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Said I'd better start a fight, overdose, date a model |
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I supposeEverything will be alright |
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Can ya get down? |
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I don't wanna be around |
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When you come down |
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Get your feet back on the ground |
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Can ya get down? |
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You ain't acting like you're supposed to |
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When you fall down |
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Will it even make a sound? |
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Can you get down? |
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I don't wanna be around |
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When you come down |
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Get your feet back on the ground |
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Can ya get down? |
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You ain't acting like you're supposed to |
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When you fall down |
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Will it even make a sound? |
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I don't wanna be around, yeah |
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Get your feet back on the ground |
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You ain't acting like you're |
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Supposed to, supposed to |
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Will it even make a sound? |
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I don't wanna be around |
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Get your feet back on the ground |
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You ain't acting like you're |
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Supposed to, supposed to |
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Will it even make a sound? |
