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Well I can't take it, take it anymore |
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Everyone I know is a pimp or a whore |
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As ugly as sin and as sleazy as hell |
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Everyone I know has got trash to sell |
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From the mouth's of babes come the words of the wise |
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Please don't ask me to apologise |
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Load up your gun to play Russian roulette |
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I'll take another drag on your funny cigarette |
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And I'll cry like a baby |
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Rally the troops, the battle lines are drawn |
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The darkest hour comes before dawn |
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Don't you talk to me of self respect |
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Cos all I hear is cause and effect |
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I've got no bridges left to burn |
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Got no place left to turn |
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I'm a shooting star ready to crash |
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Don't want your credit I'll just take your cash |
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And I'll cry like a baby |
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Crawl back under your stone hide your face in shame |
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Look to yourself cos I'm too easy to blame |
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The smell of burning martyr, stench of decay |
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I'll trample over you if you get in my way |
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And I'll cry like a baby |
