| She wants nitro
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| When she herself’s a box of TNT
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| Over-baptized and under-acknowledged
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| She lights her flame over my front door
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| She thinks I can make her better, better
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| As the percogesic was tapering off
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| And the fumes surrounded, I knew I bit off
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| More than I can chew
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| A load of lewisite in my lungs
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| I never thought I’d be so disarmed
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| By more than I can chew
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| Raised on foot binds
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| She stumbles through her parents' living room
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| As the velvet curtains were blazing
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| I drew my blood over my front door
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| And I hope she passes over, over
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| As the percogesic was tapering off
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| And the fumes surrounded, I knew I bit off
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| More than I can chew
|
| A load of lewisite in my lungs
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| I never thought I’d be so disarmed
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| By more than I can chew
|
| More than I can chew
|
| And I hope she passes over, over
|
| As the percogesic was tapering off
|
| And the fumes surrounded, I knew I bit off
|
| More than I can chew
|
| A load of lewisite in my lungs
|
| I never thought I’d be so disarmed
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| By more than I can chew |