| You’re so pretty and I’m so lame
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| You’re ever changing, I stay the same
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| You give good sermon, I say bad grace
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| My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste
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| You save yourself, I’m saved by the bell
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| Never left my head, I’ve no story to tell
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| You save yourself, I’m saved by the bell
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| Never left my head, I’ve no story to tell
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| I was doing fine when I was breastfed
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| I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed
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| Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed
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| Pasteurize, homogenize, he said
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| You’ve got convictions, I’ve got fence arse
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| I’m nowhere near the cliff but I can see the drop
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| I’m all sound and fury, I’m smoke without fire
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| I see your watermark when I hold you to the light
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| You’re so pretty, I’m so lame
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| Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say
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| Well now what does that mean?
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| If you can be God, well I can be clean
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| I was doing fine when I was breastfed
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| I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed
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| Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed
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| Pasteurize, homogenize, he said
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| You’re so pretty and I’m so lame
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| You’re so pretty and I’m so lame
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| You’re so pretty and I’m so lame
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| You’re so pretty and I’m so lame
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| You’re so pretty and I’m so lame
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| You’re so pretty and I’m so lame
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| You’re so pretty and I’m so lame
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| You’re so pretty and I’m so lame
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| I was doing fine when I was breastfed
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| I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed
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| Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed
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| Pasteurize, homogenize, he said |