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Get away from me is all she said |
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You're like a social disease |
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I'm so tired of being afraid of you |
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Her face all twisted, he sees |
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Save yourself, look and see |
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Think about it, sweet 16 |
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You could be anywhere |
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See yourself standing there |
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She's not dead |
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She's not dead |
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He can't stop forcing himself on her |
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He likes the way that she is |
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His heart beats, fingers all over her |
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His dirty breath smells of beer |
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Save yourself, look and see |
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Think about it, sweet 16 |
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You could be anywhere |
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See yourself standing there |
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She's not dead |
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She's not dead |
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DeadCome a little closer to me |
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Come a little nearer, |
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I wantShe works late, so she can keep away |
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She's got to go to the police |
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So young, he's working her like a dog |
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He slaps her face till she cleans |
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But one day while she was searching there |
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She came across a new toy |
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Her eyes filled as she loaded the weapon |
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Her mind races, she cries |
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Save yourself, look and see |
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Think about it, sweet 16 |
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You could be anywhere |
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See yourself standing there |
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Save yourself, look and see |
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Think about it, sweet 16 |
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She's not dead |
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She's not dead |
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DeadShe's not dead |
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DeadCome on |
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Come onCome on... |