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I'm the one to say I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but none of this seems like a crime to me |
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It's morbid, but it must be done |
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Nothing heard, nothing said, one more purist is dead |
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In the corner there's a Roman dwarf, turning into a horse |
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Call them in |
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World is moving at my will |
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Boredom |
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Call them in |
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Is taking up their time, until I call them in |
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Turn out the light now, they're still moving |
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Push that pedal to the floor, hit and run, you are my bowling pin |
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When that bastard's driving, I can call myself a heroine |
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This is the highlight of your life, this is where white trash fails |
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We don't do curses in remorse |
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It's so kind of you to visit me in my loneliness, I understand |
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You see, it's not the first time for me |
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I've already turned my back to you, to get a stab, then a kiss, you're loving this |
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It has to wait, it's you you hate |
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Call them in |
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Words are meaningless until I say them |
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Call them in |
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But you've been called upon to sin |
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I call you in |
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Push that pedal to the floor, hit and run, you are my bowling pin |
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When that bastard's driving, I can call myself a heroine |
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This is the highlight of your life, this is where white trash fails |
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We don't do curses in remorse |