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You're like poison |
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You smile at me |
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Talk of love. |
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'he' will forgive me |
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If i confess. |
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Your dark sunday |
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You lied to me |
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And so i |
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Replaced god |
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With a picture of my car. |
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I don't like this |
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I don't like this. |
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I'm on the e kick |
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So heaven's in my head |
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I'm in outland |
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Shame on me. |
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I want pictures |
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People come, people go |
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D'you think god |
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Will forgive me soon? |
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You won't like this |
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You won't like this. |
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Rip it up |
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Rip it into pieces |
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Rip it up |
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Rip it for good. |
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Touch me, touch me. |
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He won't like this |
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He won't like this |
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'he' won't touch me |
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I can't dance and i can't sing |
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I'm not stone shape |
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But time runs out. |
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I don't like this |
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All i see is cold and hard |
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All i can do now |
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Is break 'the word' |
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I don't like this |
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I don't like this. |
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'he' will love me? |
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Well thank him |
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For nothing. |
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I need that like |
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I need a disease. |
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So pray for me. |
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I don't mind |
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I don't care. |
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I've found love |
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It's an american machine. |
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I don't like this |
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I don't like this. |
