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I'd like to peel the skin off |
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This winter day |
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I'd like to pull the head off |
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This summer fling |
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What love can do when love's lost |
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Grow overweight |
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And smile as if |
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There's nothing left to say |
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Wear the cone of shame |
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Town is quiet now |
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Like it's holding its breath |
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Stone marks the spot |
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You know who you are |
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They outlined it in chalk |
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Word to the wise |
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And the barman calls die |
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I'd like to peel your skin off |
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So I can see what you really think |
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Or if there is anything |
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Under that cone of shame |
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I'd like to strip the bone off |
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So I can see how you're really made |
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And see how you really take |
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Your special pleasure |
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I'd like to pull your wings off |
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Read your lines like a gypsy |
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Just as lonely as anything |
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So infinite |
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Cone of shame covering all |
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You're only happy when you're pissing me off |
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Cone of shame covering all |
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I'm only happy when I'm pissing you off |
