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Sometimes |
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I think of all the places |
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I don't wanna go |
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Then I think of all the things |
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I never wanna do |
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Think of all the people |
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I never wanna meet |
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I close my eyes and |
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I go to sleep |
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Tully baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars |
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I'm the Prince of poverty hangin' out in bars |
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Your life's a |
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Mercedes, a mansion with a pool |
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My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel |
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Your disgusts me, |
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I see through your macho lies |
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Fight everything you stand for |
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There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore |
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Maybe what we had was just green corn |
