| You put me down with a stick
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| You got that safety pin grip
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| You know me like you know ice on a fire
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| Dust myself off with a spoon
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| You shot your darts at the moon
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| And this piece didn’t tear too soon
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| Now it’s dust the rubber burns peeling out behind the wheel
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| And you’re looking for the holes that I don’t have
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| Caught on underneath my heel, but now I’m moving on
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| Move-moving on from your safety pin
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| Inside the scoop outside the rage
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| Mothballs galore caught in the drain
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| Your hat’s on tight like super glue
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| You dug the pit you stepped in it
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| And now you’re out with the prick
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| You’re going down without this ship
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| Now it’s dust the rubber burns peeling out behind the wheel
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| And you’re looking for the holes that I don’t have
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| Caught on underneath my heel, but now I’m moving on
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| Move-moving on from your safety, from your safety, from your safety pin
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| You put me down with a stick
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| You got that safety pin grip
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| You know me like you know ice on a fire
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| Now it’s dust the rubber burns peeling out behind the wheel
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| And you’re looking for the holes that I don’t have
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| Caught on underneath my heel, and now I’m moving on
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| Move-moving on from your safety pin
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| Move-moving on from your safety pin, yeah I’m moving on
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| Move-moving on from your safe-safety pin
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| Y-Y-Yo-Y-Y-Your safe-safety pin
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| Your safety pin |