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Someone please! |
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Let's write a script that's made for me |
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That makes you people want to see me |
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I've got a wish, I've got a wish |
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That all of this was something special |
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I need a drink, I need a pill |
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No way I'll stop until you're sober |
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She's already said that I was on drugs, |
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Let's give some money to that bitch. |
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Or I could just get a real fucking job |
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I am a prick, look at me go |
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I could get lucky finding success, I'm a bitch |
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Imma go get some new expensive shit |
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All that I hurt, emotions they suck |
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I'll just tell people I don't give a fuck about that shit |
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Ain't nobody fucking with me, man |
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Ain't nobody fucking with me |
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Wretched is the sound of my voice, |
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croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces |
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singing along their dying concern |
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Wretched is the sound of my voice, |
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croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces |
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singing along, their dying concern to my bullshit |
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Where did our honour go? I think I know |
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We're always fucking each other in bathrooms at parties |
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Where did my money go? I spent it on blow |
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You know that I fucked all my homie's ho's |
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Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo |
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My parents can pay for the abortion, you know |
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Who has a plan? We hold out our hands, |
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and hope for a free ride to successful endeavors |
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So bring on the pliers, something to bite |
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I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck |
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Bring on the pliers, something to bite |
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I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck |
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I need money |
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I need clothes |
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I need women |
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I need blow |
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Something is very fucking wrong |
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Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder |
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Your mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors |
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Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame |
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Where did our honor go? I think I know |
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We're always fucking each other in bathrooms at parties |
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Where did my money go? I spent it on blow |
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You know that I fucked all my homies ho's |
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Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo |
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My parents can pay for the abortion, you know |
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Who has a plan? We hold out our hands, |
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and hope for a free ride to successful endeavors |
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Give my regards to all you shady fucks |
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Thorn in my fucking side |
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Loyalty |
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Honesty |
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Trust |
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Respect |
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Humility |
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Sincerity |
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We are all so full of fucking shit |
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We are all so full of fucking shit |
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Kurt: |
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'Uneasy hearts weigh the most, oh uneasy hearts they weigh the most... |
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Maybe i can find a place for you with all the things you do, |
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I have no clue, watching you, lately I, have been hoping to, |
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in thought of what to say, what they don't find out' |
