| Come on!
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| Up to your neck in shit.
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| Like a plague words spread,
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| There’s no getting over it.
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| You better bite your tongue.
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| Cover up your tracks.
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| You know you’re down to get fucked.
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| I know what you are.
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| You’re like a dark cloud,
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| That follows me around.
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| Like a virus with no cure.
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| You’re like an angry crowd,
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| I’m a riot in the streets.
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| And you’re a cheap little whore
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| Cheap whore!
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| Cheap whore!
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| Cheap whore!
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| Putting words in their mouths,
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| Till they choke to death.
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| There’s no getting over it!
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| You’re more deceiving than most,
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| You tiptoe around like another ghost
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| I know what you are.
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| You’re like a dark cloud,
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| That follows me around.
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| Like a virus with no cure.
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| You’re like an angry crowd,
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| I’m a riot in the streets.
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| And you’re a cheap little whore
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| Don’t make me think any less of you now.
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| I won’t believe a dirty word from your mouth.
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| Don’t make me think any less of you now.
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| I won’t believe a dirty word from your mouth.
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| I’m what you’ve lost!
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| I’m what you’ve lost!
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| You’re like a dark cloud,
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| That follows me around.
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| Like a virus with no cure.
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| You’re like an angry crowd,
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| I’m a riot in the streets.
|
| And you’re a cheap little whore.
|
| You’re like a dark cloud,
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| That follows me around.
|
| Like a virus with no cure.
|
| You’re like an angry crowd,
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| I’m a riot in the streets.
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| And you’re a cheap little whore.
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| You’re a cheap little whore.
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| You’re a cheap little whore.
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| You’re a cheap little whore. |