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We're born with memories like blank sheets of paper |
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And I forgot where I came from |
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We're born with memories, they're blank sheets of paper |
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And I forgot where I came from |
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My middle name is my middle name |
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My middle name is my middle name |
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A sly little bastard snuck in between |
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He goes lo, oh, no, lo, lo |
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Torn out her memories, they're ripped from the attic |
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And my heart beats like a floor tom |
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Torn out her memories, let pain in the attic |
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And I'm not built like a floor tom |
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That job was my job for, what job was a job for? |
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Job was my job for, what job was a job for? |
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Job was my job for, what job was a job for? |
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Oh slick autopilot stick shift, cruise control |
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And I speak tongues go na-na-na-na-na |
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I speak tongues go na-na-na-na-na |
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Slick autopilot stick shift, cruise control |
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I speak tongues go na-na-na-na-na |
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I speak tongues go na-na-na-na-na |
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Lo, lo, lo |
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My mouth is on fire, my mouth fills with flames |
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My mouth is on fire, my mouth fills with flames |
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It burns on my tongue, well it burns on my face |
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My mouth is on fire, my mouth fills with flames |
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It goes |