| Hypocrites got my name on their lips
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| Say I just got lucky, but then they all copy
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| Say it must be the face or the waist
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| Maybe it’s the right guy, no way, it’s her bright mind
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| All the bricks you throw I turn them into ammo
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| Say that I’m losing the game
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| Sorry again, what’s your name?
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| Think you see my hand, no, you’re not even close
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| I think it’s funny that you think I worry about ya, don’tcha?
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| Ah, you call me Peaches
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| Ah, you think you know me
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| Ah, see me in pieces
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| Ah, you think you know me
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| Watching the flame rise
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| Say that you know why
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| Ah, you call me Peaches
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| Ah, you think you know me
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| You think you know me
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| You think you know me
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| Autographs make me laugh
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| The way you act, it’s so fucking foolish
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| Don’t know why you do it
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| You know me
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| Pave my way in a way that’s so mathematic
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| So don’t be dramatic
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| All the bricks you throw I turn them into ammo
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| Say that I’m losing the game
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| Sorry again, what’s your name?
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| Think you see my hand, no, you’re not even close
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| I think it’s funny that you think I worry about ya, don’tcha?
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| Ah, you call me Peaches
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| Ah, you think you know me
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| Ah, see me in pieces
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| Ah, you think you know me
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| Watching the flame rise
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| Say that you know why
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| Ah, you call me Peaches
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| Ah, you think you know me
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| You think you know me
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| You think you know me
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| You’ll never be part of my history
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| You’ll never get into my legacy
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| You’ll never be part of my history
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| You’ll never get into my legacy
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| Ah, you call me Peaches
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| Ah, you think you know me
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| Ah, see me in pieces
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| Ah, you think you know me
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| Watching the flame rise
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| Say that you know why
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| Ah, you call me Peaches
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| Ah, you think you know me
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| You think you know me
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| You think you know me |