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zuò cí : Thirlwell |
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Book a trip to Bucharest |
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Why you lifting up your dress |
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I been speared to the core |
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More is less - less is more |
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I got no idea what' s runnin' thru that view |
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Well I admit I was obsessed |
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By that magical caress |
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Of that girl who commands |
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Everybody else' s hands |
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But I' m now not the man |
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She' s in someone else' s van |
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She ain' t worth one thin dime |
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I was a ladder for her to climb |
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I got speared to the bony core |
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It should be against the law |
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All o' my brothers listen to me |
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You don' t wanna get T. B. |
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She made up an alibi |
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Then sucked all my emotions dry |
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Yeah it tears me apart |
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Stuck a dagger into my heart |
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And the tears just trickle down |
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From this stupid loser clown |
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I' m surprised that I' m alive |
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I don' t feel a helluva lot inside |
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I got so so much to hate |
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Check your ego at the gate |
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Why am I so paralyzed |
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By the majesty of thighs |
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It takes so long to realize |
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You' re being fed a thousand lies |
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Every time a seagull cries |
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Yet another brain cell dies |
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Don' t you try to wear me down |
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You ain' t wearing any crown |
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You know it' s tearin' me apart |
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Stuck a dagger into my heart |
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And the tears just trickle down |
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From this stupid loser clown |
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I' m surprised that I' m alive |
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I don' t feel a helluva lot inside |
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I got so so much to hate |
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Check your ego at the gate |
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Well-a well-a well-a |
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What I had it ain' t no more ' cos |
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I done thrown her out the door |
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That deceit that I feel |
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Makes me cross myself and kneel |
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I don' t pray to the Lord |
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Just self-flagellate some more |
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She said I pass out on the floor |
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At least I ain' t no junkie whore |
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Am I strong? - Listen bud |
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I got radioactive blood |
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Sure I get into some strife |
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But at least I made myself a life |
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I admit I was obsessed |
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By that magical caress |
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Of that girl who commands |
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Everybody else' s hands |
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But I' m now not the man |
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She' s in someone else' s van |
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All o' my brothers listen to me |
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You don' t wanna get T. B. |
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Y' know it' s tearin' me apart |
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Stuck a dagger into my heart |
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And the tears just trickle down |
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From this stupid loser clown |
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I' m surprised that I' m alive |
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I don' t feel a helluva lot inside |
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Am I strong? - Listen, bud |
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I got radioactive blood |
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Why am I so paralyzed |
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By the majesty of thighs |
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Every time a seagull cries |
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I feel another brain cell die |
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Takes so long to realize |
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You' re being fed a thousand lies |
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I' m surprised - I took a dive |
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But I insist I stay alive |
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I was paralyzed |
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I was paralyzed |
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I WAS PARALYZED |
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Slung |