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Talk candy in my ear. |
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Come on. |
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Come on. |
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I want your toxic, talk sick baby. |
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I know those gospel lips can change me. |
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Look to the right of me okay? |
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We got exhibit "A" |
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She. |
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She ain't okay today. |
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And to the left |
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The left of me, |
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We got exhibit "B" |
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Oh she's a mess, |
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to say the least. |
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She's got her daddy's |
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Money Money Money. |
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Honey I think you should run. |
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I think you should run. |
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Look oh Look around, You're lost |
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but never found, no. |
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6 feet below the ground, |
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where you avoid your problems. |
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Look right in front of me. |
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We got Exhibit "C" |
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Anorexic, obsessed with magazines. |
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And when I look over here, |
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oh my god that's me in the mirror. |
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No no no ladies and gentlemen |
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this is my fear. |
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My eyes and ears. |
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Honey I think you should run. |
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I think you should run. |
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Look oh Look around, You're lost |
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but never found, no. |
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6 feet below the ground, |
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where you avoid your problems. |
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Look oh Look around, You're lost |
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but never found, no. |
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6 feet below the ground, |
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where you will never solve them. |
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(I know you don't wanna' hear this but just listen) |
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The last contendant. |
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Bad for us. |
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Bad for you. |
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This capillary root. |
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Could root up |
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All the little |
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Puzzle peices |
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Of what you've been through. |
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Your hair all up in knots, |
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don't ever say you're not, |
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oh just a nothin' |
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Cause I swear downstairs you're somethin' |
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Egotistic, cynical. |
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I'm gettin' |
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out of control. |
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Out of control. |
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Out of control. |
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Look oh Look around, You're lost |
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but never found, no. |
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6 feet below the ground, |
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where you avoid your problems. |
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Look oh Look around, You're lost |
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but never found, no. |
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6 feet below the ground, |
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where you will never solve them. |
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Out of control. |
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I've got control. |
