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Don't ask me what I think of you |
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I spill my mind |
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Don't try and ask me what I am |
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I am mine |
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So don't ask me what I think of you |
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'Til I change my mind |
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You don't understand a thing I do |
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That brings stain to my eye |
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I keep sticking my finger in |
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I keep stamping it down |
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'Cause you build a thousand walls |
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All you need is nine |
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Your rod her like a wooden horse |
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A hundred, a hundred times |
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So don't ask me what I think of you |
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'Cause I'm not your kind |
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Write down all those little things I do wrong |
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That brings a stain to my eye |
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I keep sticking my finger in |
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I keep stamping it down |
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'Cause you build a thousand walls |
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All you need is nine |
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Your rode her like a wooden horse |
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A hundred, a hundred, a hundred times |
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You're not listening |
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I'm talking |
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If you don't wanna be here |
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Start walking |
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I'd eat your head |
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If I'm hungry |
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I'm hungry |
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I am |
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'Cause you build a thousand walls |
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All you need is nine |
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Your rode her like a wooden horse |
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A thousand, and a hundred, and a hundred... |
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'Cause you build a thousand walls |
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All you need is nine |
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Your rode her like a wooden horse |
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A hundred, a hundred, a hundred times |
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You build a thousand walls |
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All you need is, all you need is |
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Your rode her like a wooden horse |
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A hundred, a hundred times |
