| You’re telling me that I’m looking
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| Pretty messed up and pretty lame
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| You say it brings you out of style
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| That it’s a different game
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| You shouldn’t put the chill on me
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| 'Cause when the fireworks are over
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| Girl I’ll make you see
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| Come on baby spill your guts
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| Let it out and you will feel alright
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| You’re telling me that I’ve got
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| A lot of nerv, I’m such a strain
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| See he makes you up real fine
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| But you’re still the same
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| You shouldn’t put the chill on me
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| 'Cause when the fireworks are over
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| Girl I’ll make you see
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| Come on baby spill your guts
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| Let it out and you will feel alright
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| You’re telling me that I’m looking
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| Pretty messed up and pretty lame
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| You say it brings you out of style
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| That it’s a different game
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| You shouldn’t put the chill on me
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| 'Cause when the fireworks are over
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| Girl I’ll make you see
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| Come on baby spill your guts
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| Let it out and you will feel alright |