| Hit up and down on these stairs
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| Shut up and gone
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| Hey!
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| («Let's go party man!»)
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| She was so cute, dead; |
| cheap porn and whisky dry
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| Do you sing now? |
| (Same old story)
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| She’s so cut from far, pop corn watching you crying
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| Are you feeling this, shitty stuff you bliss, but forget your fist blablablaba
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| Hit up and down on these stairs
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| Shut up and gone
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| Do you think there’s something wrong?
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| Do you think there’s something down?
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| Do you think there’s someone to blame? |
| yeah
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| She was so cute that she get screwed back home
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| Do you know how I sing this story?
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| Backside my best smile, I planned to get back home
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| This is not a fight darkness not too bright, together tonight, this is my sight
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| Hit up and down on these stairs
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| Shut up and gone
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| Do you think there’s something wrong?
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| Do you think there’s something down?
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| Do you think there’s someone to blame? |
| yeah
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| Hit up and down on these stairs
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| A plan to get back on
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| Hit up and down on these stairs
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| Shut up and gone
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| Do you think there’s something wrong?
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| Do you think there’s something down?
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| Do you think there’s someone to blame? |
| yeah |