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Ooooooooo... |
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I took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center |
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And stated that it's never, ever been better than this. |
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I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, |
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wrinkled up from pulling pushing and tasting (tasting). |
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You keep twisting the truth, |
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that keeps me thrown askew. |
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Misguided by the 405, 'cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer. |
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I missed the exit to your parents' house hours ago. |
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Red wine and the cigarettes, |
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Hide your bad habits underneath the patio (patio, patio, patio). |
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You keep twisting the truth, |
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that keeps me thrown askew. |
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You keep twisting the truth, |
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that keeps me thrown askew. |
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Oooooooooooo... |