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Your words will one day spite your face |
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And another mouth will come and take its place |
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It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry |
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I will never understand the motive drive |
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Muck..You..Up..Muck |
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In a dream I wander on |
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To the bell tower.. writing songs |
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So I crumple this page, and rip it up |
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Never piece my broken heart to you |
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Muck..You..Up..Muck |
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Your words will one day spite your face |
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And another mouth will come and take its place |
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It'll speak and speak and speak and sputter me dry |
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I will never understand the motive drive |
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Muck |
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Your words, will spite your face |
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Your words, will spite your face |
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Spiteface |
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Spiteface |
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Spiteface |
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Spiteface |
