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Where's your dirty mind when |
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You need it, you left that in your8th grade suit, maybe some girls |
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Would think it cute if you put it on |
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Show 'em what you're made of, yeah |
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What happened to love, in its first stage |
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We left that when we wanted more |
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Now tell me what should be in store |
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Be adventurous, show 'em what |
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You're made of, yeah |
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All this time to die, all this time to die, |
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Too much time to die, and i just want to die. |
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All this time to die, all this time to die, |
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Too much time to die, and i don't wanna die. |
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Where'd you put your mind, now you need it |
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Haven't focused in a while, and don't you |
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Wish that you could smile, |
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Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of. |
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Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of. |
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Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of. |
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Try your hardest, show 'em what you're made of. |
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Do you feel good, like a sunray |
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Does your guitar squeak on the sheets |
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And do you feel incomplete, not enough sleep |
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Nothing nice around to eat, yeah. |
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All this time to die, all this time to die, |
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Too much time to die, and i just want to die. |
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All this time to die, all this time to die, |
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Too much time to die, and i don't wanna die. |
