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Strawberries on your birthday Shirley |
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The shit I said to hotel managers haunts me |
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Pallbearers of the first string ready |
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Discretely gather in the second floor hallway |
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And I am not okay boys |
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No, I am not okay |
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No, I am not okay boys |
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Itching like an intern with a sunburn |
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For what a stone unturned covers |
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I don't wear rubbers and I don't wear sunscreen |
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I want to heat my hide, not hide under something |
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And I am not okay boys |
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No, I am not okay |
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No, I am not okay boys |
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Your mom she sits while her hair is in curlers |
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Smokes weed and listens to that Garrison Keillor |
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That's how I'll live when I quit my rap career |
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Let her laughter pass the rafters and go out into the atmosphere |
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Strawberries on your birthday Shirley |
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The shit I said to high school counselors haunts me |
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And I am not okay boys |