| Sellin'
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| And it’s flax or all fleece
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| Rounded
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| Paint the walls, pull the teeth
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| Well oh well oh well
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| I’ve seen evil things I’ll never tell
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| And they’re laughing
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| While they’re pointing at me
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| Drowning
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| I know they don’t fuck with me
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| Well oh well oh well
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| I hear pretty things I tell myself
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| Big dog barkin' on the sidewalk
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| Gotta leaky nose from the pep talk
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| Open my head, grab a can out
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| Click clack clink kick it down the sidewalk
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| I can read you like a book, paint a new cover
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| And the heart cooks brain but it do numbers
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| Pray a bright star last past the thrown embers
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| And the night chase day like we burn rubber
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| Sellin'
|
| And it’s flax or all fleece
|
| Rounded
|
| Paint the walls, pull the teeth
|
| Well oh well oh well
|
| I’ve seen evil things I’ll never tell
|
| And they’re laughing
|
| While they’re pointing at me
|
| Drowning
|
| I know they don’t fuck with me
|
| Well oh well oh well
|
| I hear pretty things I tell myself
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| Well oh well oh well
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| I hear pretty things I tell myself
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| Well oh well oh well
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| I hear pretty things I tell myself |