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The only way that I'll make the papers |
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These days is if I load a gun |
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And fire a bullet into my brain |
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But then again the hackneyed hacks |
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Will only write I'm only jumping |
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Someone else's train it's always the same |
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And I can't begin to tell you now |
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How many strange beds I have known |
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I was never one to kiss and tell |
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But I do have a scandal to sell |
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Didn't your mother tell you don't run with scissors? |
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You might just fall and hurt yourself |
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They could impale you so don't run with scissors |
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'Cause being stabbed is not good for your health |
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No I won't confess all of my sins |
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'Cause some of my sins are your sins too |
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I'd rather die on my feet |
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Than live down on my knees |
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It's a dangerous game running with scissors |
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Wouldn't wish you to fall and hurt yourself |
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It's such a crying shame to see you running with scissors |
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But stabbing yourself is exactly what you deserve |
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So why don't you put those scissors down before you hurt someone? |
