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Hit up and down on these stairs |
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Shut up and gone |
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Hey! |
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("Let's go party man!") |
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She was so cute, dead; cheap porn and whisky dry |
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Do you sing now? (Same old story) |
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She's so cut from far, pop corn watching you crying |
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Are you feeling this, shitty stuff you bliss, but forget your fist blablablaba |
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Hit up and down on these stairs |
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Shut up and gone |
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Do you think there's something wrong? |
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Do you think there's something down? |
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Do you think there's someone to blame? yeah |
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She was so cute that she get screwed back home |
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Do you know how I sing this story? |
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Backside my best smile, I planned to get back home |
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This is not a fight darkness not too bright, together tonight, this is my sight |
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Hit up and down on these stairs |
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Shut up and gone |
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Do you think there's something wrong? |
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Do you think there's something down? |
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Do you think there's someone to blame? yeah |
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Hit up and down on these stairs |
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A plan to get back on |
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Hit up and down on these stairs |
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Shut up and gone |
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Do you think there's something wrong? |
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Do you think there's something down? |
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Do you think there's someone to blame? yeah |