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Cold hearted from the Western meds, going coast to coast |
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Deep rooted into madness |
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Funny, cause she likes to boast |
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No curing Colonel Mustard, honey |
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He's beyond pretend |
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Get chummy with the don't know-bodies |
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High flying off the vantage ledge |
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Hoping that you'd float |
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Fake finger and an old gun slinger |
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Going haute to broke |
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No Wooly Bully blunder covers |
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He's beyond pretend |
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Dry-heavin' and we all get even, it's the master plan |
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And I need you to know |
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My heart ain't made of stone |
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My heart ain't made for rehashing the past til I explode |
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And I need you to know |
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My heart ain't made of stone |
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My heart ain't made for rehashing the past til I ex- |
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Whole hearted, Mr. Madness Money |
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Is a faulty man |
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Bed buggy and galactic druggy |
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Headed for Japan |
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I don't wanna give it up for nothin', living on the mend |
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Mouth breathin' and we all get even, it's the master plan |
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And I need you to know |
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My heart ain't made of stone |
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My heart ain't made for rehashing the past til I explode |
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And I need you to know |
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My heart ain't made of stone |
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My heart ain't made for rehashing the past til I explode |
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And I need you to know |
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My heart ain't made of stone |
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My heart ain't made for rehashing the past til I explode |
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And I need you to know |
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My heart ain't made of stone |
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And I need you to know |
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My heart ain't made of stone |
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And I need you to know |
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My heart ain't made of stone |
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My heart ain't made... |
