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I f**king give-up |
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You're in, so late, and I am so happy |
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Just looking, so sorry, for being so sad |
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That worm pie you made me |
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You made me, eat for the butcher |
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To paint a little, a little pig |
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Paint a little pig |
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(chorus) |
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And tricks I could not learn |
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(I could not learn, in lava so hard) |
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In lava, so hard to pull out |
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Bull's blood for baby Jesus for lava, for lava |
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I don't think it's what I meant |
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A friendly, face and I am upset yeah |
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What the hell's your name and it doesn't matter |
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You're still sitting still bleeding |
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for ever, forever |
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Everyone has gone, everyone has gone |
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And I open you, like a book, pages are still wet |
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Little girls so sweet, the smell of their bedrooms |
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And stick her head through the window |
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Look to the half-moon |
