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I met a girl today |
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Her hair smelled like lemonade |
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Something sweet, yeah something sour |
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Something that'd turn kings into cowards |
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But she ain't different |
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No, she's just the same |
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She likes secrets |
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She wants my pain |
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So I asked her out |
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We had nothing to talk about |
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And it was no secret one had to whisper |
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I think I kinda dug her sister |
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I ask my friends |
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What the hell happened to me |
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They say "Hey man, you're just the same" |
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I'm not singing for you |
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You think I'm telling when I'm not telling the truth |
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Dopesick, tongue tied, trembling, blood letting blues |
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I'm not singing for you |
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I saw my old lady |
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Down at the the grocery store |
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I said "who you buying them groceries for?" |
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She said "it ain't your business no more" |
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I don't care |
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What's his name |
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She says "Baby - |
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You just got yourself to blame." |
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I shut up |
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I just got sick |
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I turn around |
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I feel hell much more than shame |
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I say out loud |
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"I just got myself to blame." |
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Like I was singing |
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I'm not singing, I was never singing for you |
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My tongue my tongue coiled strictly for you |
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It pierced my lips as it shot from my mouth towards you |
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Your flesh swelled up and turned purplish blue |
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Stuck in your neck trembling, blood clotting bruise |
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I saw you last night at the bar we used to visit |
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Drinking with some prick, though you would never admit it |
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Though I agree with you, I should be committed |
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Though I'd never admit it, yeah I'd rather be committed to: |
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White walls, no hope-nightmare delusions of you |
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I'm gurgling backwards, shape-shifting fluids for you |
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A wasp swarm fills up the cathedral in June |
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I'll flood your wedding day romantically removed from the truth |
