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From the Album:* |
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No promises no debts |
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I'm not into false feelin's of self-pity |
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And I don't cry that much |
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But I feel like a cripple |
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Little orphan that's lost his little crutch |
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Isn't it true she's lyin' suicidal fool |
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Always testin' her luck |
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And when I'm with her |
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I wanna be without her again |
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As soon as |
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I can before |
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I get stuck |
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Need her to make my life more complicated |
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Need her to get myself all constipated |
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Need her like a knife stickin' in my back |
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Need her to get me off the right track |
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I need her chokin' me to the death |
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Missles and rockets hidden in her pockets |
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And I'm tryin' to stay out a range |
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But she says |
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I'm an amateuristic son of a bitch |
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And she scores another point again |
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When she slams the door behind her |
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And I know |
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I won't see her for at least another month or so |
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My blood starts boilin' and |
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I feel like screamin' |
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That I goddamn need her so |
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But when I'm with her |
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I wanna be without her again |
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As soon as |
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I canThat's the way it always goes with |
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Anita |
