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Once in a while I go out of my way |
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To kill you a little |
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I'm sick of your smile, your nothing to say |
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Your monkey, your middle |
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You see me overhead |
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As I go by |
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You talk so cold and dead |
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And still you wonder why |
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Once in a while I go out of my way |
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To kill you a little |
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I'm sick of your smile, your nothing to say |
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Your monkey, your middle |
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You are my overhead |
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It makes me cry |
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You buy some folding bed |
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And still you wonder why |
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Once in a while I go out of my way |
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To kill you a little |
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I'm sick or your smile, your nothing to say |
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Your monkey, your middle |
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You fall heel over head |
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And though you try |
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You just get old instead |
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And still you wonder why |
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Once in a while I go out of my way |
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To kill you a little |
