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I have a crate it's filled with bricks |
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And pictures of our past |
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Depreciating values and i'm losing interest fast |
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All the hungry mouths i seen could never make me steal |
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I would rather stand and die |
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Than have to bow and kneel |
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Balloon You call me pocket venus |
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But i'm really pocket freak |
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You know i don't need this |
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I have my own potholes leaks |
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I came into some money |
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I don't need you anymore |
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You can call me superstar |
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Or you can call me whore |
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Balloon I'm the type of guy |
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Who doesn't have a type at all |
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I'm not dressed for this climate |
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Someone take me to the mall |
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Drink toilet water and eat |
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The food that rots |
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We're living in the coisters |
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Where out subtext is out plot |
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Balloon I'm back in your life |
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We can't even mess up right |
