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If you hate that boy for months, time to feel it |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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If he has the chance, he might trust the feeling |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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I saw inside, it looked like a cleaver |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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Watch what you say, you might get beaten |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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Too bad that |
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I brought this out (x4) |
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Look out now, you can't cope the feeling |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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Leaves a small corpse like a ball in the cedar |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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My old mans a saint though |
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Not like your own scapegoat, he hangs |
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Over me, over me, over me |
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Check out that girl she seems so conceited |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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Her mullet shows you'll always succeed it |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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I hope you're coy but not too defeated |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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Looks like you always affect how you're treated |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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Too bad that |
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I brought this out (x4) |
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Look out now, she can't cope the feeling |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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Decaying like frost that melts off a heater |
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Uh oh uh oh |
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My true mothers a saint though |
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Not like your own with chain smoke, she hangs |
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Over me, over me, over me |
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That's what when |
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I... Needed your hand |
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Open me, open me, open me |
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And I tried the best of your years, hope you end up close to an orchard |
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Open me, open me, open me |
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Its an illusion, next time he'll burn forever |
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We fought for most of our years, bet you'll turn out bent and tortured |
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Over me, over me, over me |
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Its an illusion, that's how she'll burn forever |
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And now I'll send you off like smoke, if you dissolve that's your torture |
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Over me, over me, over me |
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It's an illusion, that's how your girlfriend burns |
