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Maybe as a baby you dropped your rattle |
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And it still rattles you to this day. |
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You better practice your evil looks in the mirror, |
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They don't work on me. |
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Slowly crawling up from the down low. |
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The other cops still call you 'fatso'. |
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Short fuse and a top to blow. |
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Unhappy wife. |
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Shitty life. |
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Hit the bottle. |
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Your whole world dropped from under you. |
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Left you with sorry excuses. |
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Left you with meaningless things to prove, |
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Like why you became a cop. |
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Why did you become a cop? |
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Wonder what it was that made you this way. |
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As a boy your toys were taken away. |
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And it still toys with you to this day. |
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You better practice your evil looks in the mirror, |
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They don't work on me. |
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Slowly crawling up from the down low. |
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The other cops still call you 'fatso'. |
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Short fuse and a top to blow. |
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Unhappy wife. |
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Shitty life. |
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Hit the bottle |
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Your whole world dropped from under you. |
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Left you with sorry excuses. |
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Left you with meaningless things to prove, |
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Like why you became a cop. |
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Why did you become a cop?shut the **** up. |
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After my court date, |
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I'll forget about you. |
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I'll tell my cellmate. |
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I'll forget about you. |
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After the jail break, |
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I'll forget about you. |
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After i'm through singing this song, |
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I'll forget about you, i'll forget about you! |
