| Ungrateful little motherfuck, boredom tuck
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| Beat you up with bedrooms of ice
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| I see you’ve got another one almost done
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| Bet you think that you wished twice
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| I see you standing over there, underwear
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| The milk is going to bring you a fight
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| Ungrateful little motherfuck, built you up
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| A brand new breakthrough device
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| Heard about your almost-kin touching skin
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| And leaving pictures out of the book
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| I thought that all the should’ve beens might’ve hid
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| Beneath all that they took
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| Never said I was the man who held the tan
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| And breathed while we violently shook
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| Ungrateful little motherfuck, boredom tuck
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| Up all that we could
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| But buildings have another tease, try to please
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| Leaving all the press pulled apart
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| Oh, I feel you like an evil wind, sucka twin
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| Dying for the «never» of stop
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| What, you going to seal this with all that’s missed?
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| Oh, I think you’re pulling my heart
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| Ungrateful little motherfuck, horror tucked
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| Up what you never have thought
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| If I see you with a cracked up kid who never wins
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| Dying for the little you’ve got
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| If I see you with a cracked up kid, double kick
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| Down to the floor of the rot |