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Cotton candy and a rotten mouth |
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You know you're so ****ed up |
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You know I couldn't help but have it for you |
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And everybody knows the way I walk |
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And knows the way I talk |
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And knows the way I feel about you |
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It's all a bunch of shit |
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And there's nothing to do around here |
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It's totally ****ed up |
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I'm totally ****ed up |
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Wish you were here |
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And streets that only turn to boulevards |
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And houses with back yards |
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and it's raining like hell on the cars |
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And everybody knows the way I walk |
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And knows the way I talk |
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Knows the way I feel about you |
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It's all a bunch of shit |
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And there's nothing to do around here |
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It's totally ****ed |
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I'm totally ****ed |
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Wish you were here |
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And if I could have my way |
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We'd take some drugs |
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And we'd smile |
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We'd smile |
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We'd smile |
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But not tonight, my dear |
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Wish you were here |
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Wish you were here |
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Wish you were here |
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Wish you were here |
