| A pimp like Dumbledore, a whore like Mother Mary
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| Tele-vanglists keep closets full of fairies
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| Pet truck stop lot lizards and aged cherry
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| I saw her crying at the drive-in, thought her bruises was cute
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| The sick heart is a carnival and we’re just passing through
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| Something told me to run, never could trust the truth
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| Happiness is warm cum, bang bang, shoot shoot
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| There are worst things than being alone
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| Or so it goes, take her number out my phone
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| And play a song that I know on the stereo
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| She will come around like a merry-go
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| And there we go, menthol lights and diet cherry coke
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| Her breath smells of formaldehyde and a thousand guys
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| When we would drive the mountain side and try her mother’s wine
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| But I can never find the time cause she’s dead behind the eyes
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| Besides; |
| the only chemistry is pride
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| She’s to naive; |
| which is why she always dry heave
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| And wear the wild fits to make the guys scream for ice cream
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| I need to get my eyes off of her high-beams
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| But when I try and leave she always finds me, the size queen
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| Her skin is paper and her spine is just a string
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| She’s had a couple partner’s but it’s tighter than you think
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| There are worst thing’s than being alone, I know I know but
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| I was at a low when I had her at hello
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| And if I told her once I must’ve told her thirty times before
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| Just a man taking what he needs from the store
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| But she wanted more, and can i bum another smoke?
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| Sleeping through september waking up beside a ghost
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| There are worst things than being alone, I sold my soul
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| For a firm set of titties and a shallow barren hole
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| She said she wishes it was only just the two of us
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| I love you like my first time shootin' up
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| She said her past has got nothing to do with us
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| Do a bump or two of adderall and get all loosened up
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| I searched the cabbage patch nebula and it gave me a garbage pail kid
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| She made all my abortions as true as they is
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| And every sunset and apocalypse a lost heart
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| I loved you so crazy I lost my art; |
| Joan of Arc
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| Baby, I was lost to start |