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If I invite you over |
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Can you look me in the eye |
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Because your head is a cavern |
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And I wanna crawl inside |
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I put some speakers in your ears |
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And I stuff up where you speak |
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You gotta whole lotta nerve |
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To think that you can fool me |
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?Cause there?s a new kid on my street |
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And he?s called the new elite |
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Let me shovel out your brains |
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Hang my image in your skull |
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So I can be the vision |
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In your nightmares from now on |
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You put me in my place |
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And I gotta be real mean |
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You gotta whole lotta nerve |
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To think that you can fool me |
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?Cause there?s a new kid on my street |
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And he?s called the new elite |
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There?s a new kinda high |
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When they find a pill to try |
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And you can coax me politely |
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But I?m not gonna lie |
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I need a brief inspection |
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And a judge up on the seat |
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You gotta whole lotta nerve |
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To think that you can fool me |
