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Meet me where the city turns to trees and nothing comes for free |
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Lets see just how imposing you can be to me |
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So far from road-marks or homecoming games |
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Go on and drop your fucking names |
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Try to shift the blame |
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Watch me take a crowbar |
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To your brand new car |
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Without the things your daddy bought you |
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You won't get very far |
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Without your plastic friends |
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And your odds and ends |
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Would you still be a star? |
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The idle rich cocooned away from earth |
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You're cynical from birth |
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Tell me what you think your pride is worth to me |
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When all that you can do is call me gay |
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I'm sorry I don't swing that way |
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And even if I did I'd still say |
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I'd take a crowbar |
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To your brand new car |
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Without the things your daddy bought you |
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You won't get very far |
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Without your plastic friends |
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And your odds and ends |
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Would you still be a star? |
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You think that you could take me now? |
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Your only weapon is your nails anyhow |
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And if you think that you could take me now |
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You got another thing coming... |
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Think! Think! Think! |
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Do you think I'm scared to play your games? |
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Battle is my middle name |
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Watch me take a crowbar |
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To your brand new car |
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Without the things your daddy bought you |
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You won't get very far |
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Without your plastic friends |
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And your odds and ends |
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Would you still be a star? |
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I hope that you're insured |
