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You fucking monkeys |
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Can go to hell |
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Stains on a futon |
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A one star hotel |
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Lay my head on a pillow |
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Steal some sleep |
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And blinds me for the window |
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I'm mealing cheap |
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And all of those things that you do |
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Are gonna follow you |
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Yeah, all of those things that you do |
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They're gonna follow you |
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And here I lie |
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Under a migraine sky |
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With you |
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An empty glass of water |
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On a filthy tray |
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While waiting for your satan |
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To shy away |
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But I got a pad stuck on my temple |
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That says he'll stay |
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And all of those things that you do |
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Are gonna follow you |
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And here I lie |
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Under a migraine sky |
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With you |
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You got no right to say |
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That this is just another ordinary day |
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'Cause I made up my mind |
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To change |
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And this time I promise Im gonna |
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Make it right |
