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He won't ride in cars anymore |
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It reminds him of blow jobs that he's a queer |
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And his hair stuck to the roof over the wheel |
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Like a pigeon on a tire goes around |
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And circles over circles and he's a queer |
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And his hair on the roof |
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Like a pigeon goes around |
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Says he's a man and his eyes |
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And his hair and his eyes |
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Say he's a man |
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He won't ride anymore |
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He won't ride anymore |
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He won't ride anymore |
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Home is a rage feels like a cage |
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Home is what you read |
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How you breathe |
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Home is how you live |
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I feel boxed in |
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I feel boxed in |
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I feel boxed in |
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Think I'll be all right |
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Home is where the heart lies |
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The heart lies, the heart lies |
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Welcome home, welcome home |
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Welcome home, welcome home |
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Welcome home |
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It's under the strangle of winter |
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I only love pieces of things that I hate |
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Like this box, this piece of roof |
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I can't grasp, can't see true |
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A piece of past |
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Days like today |
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Like a decade ago |
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Painful to remember like today |
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I've been here another year, another day |
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Ocean waving flies and a child |
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Girl you complain |
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To kiss the rotten broken knee |
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You may be dreaming |
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You may be bleeding |
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You may be in this box |
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A kitchen is a place where you prepare |
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And clean up |
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Clean up |
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Clean up |
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Clean up |
