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Hey mrs. dramaqueen |
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what a nice moviescene |
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pack up your bags |
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piss off and dont call me back |
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oh my good shes keeps talking and talking |
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dont drink too much nanananana |
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fuck you dramaqueen |
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you have more shoes than a brain can have cells |
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you fucked my fridge up with your diet coke, hell! |
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warm beer at a campfire sucks |
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end or beginning |
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it's always the same thing |
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cracks in your head |
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instead a place in your bed |
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sometimes forever |
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it's always the same thing |
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you're to precious |
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to be mislead |
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hey mrs. dramaqueen |
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what a nice moviescene |
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pack up your bags |
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piss off and dont call me back |
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i hate indierock |
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no more romantics |
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i want sex and blood |
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almost orgasmic |
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it*s time for rock n roll |
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this is not what im longing for |
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light my loincloth mogli runs free |
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this is not what im longing for |
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end or beginning |
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it's always the same thing |
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cracks in your head |
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instead a place in your bed |
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sometimes forever |
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it's always the same thing |
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you're to precious |
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to be mislead |
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hey mrs. dramaqueen |
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what a nice moviescene |
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pack up your bags |
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piss off and dont call me back |
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wooohooo |
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i fuck you drama queen |
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nice and slowly |
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how you like |
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that |
