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Thirty licks with a belt |
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Playing tricks on myself |
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And I wonder if everyone else is this way |
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A succession of tests a triumphant success |
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Each time i'm still intact |
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At the end of the day |
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Thirty drops in a glass |
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Keep my temper and pass |
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With my breath held you bastards |
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You bastards |
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You've lucked out again |
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It's not really so bad |
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There's still mom there's still |
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Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my heads |
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It's no mystery |
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You should obviously go |
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Before I break everything |
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You're always telling me |
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That you're dying to know |
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But you're not really listening |
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How do I manage to station myself in harms way |
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And only get hit with a ticket for loitering |
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That I have no means to pay |
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And no strength to argue |
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My personal demons can scheme with professional care |
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Oh God they're after me |
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If I could shut them up |
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Just for an hour I swear |
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I could stop this catastrophe |
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Thirty day guarantee |
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But they can't have meant me |
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After all I was born to a childproof world |
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No sharp corners or glass |
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No small objects or plastic bags |
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Please, these are death to a delicate girl |
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It's no mystery |
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You should obviously know |
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That I'll destroy everything |
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So don't go telling me that you're dying to know |
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'Cause you'll get what you're asking for |
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And I still manage to station myself in harms way |
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And only get hit with a ticket for loitering |
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Stating I came the wrong day |
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Now all the demons are screaming their wages aren't fair |
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I've held a secret kept |
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If I could shut them out |
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Just for a second I swear |
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It'll look like an accident |
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I could be decent yet |
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Be magnificient |
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I could be president |