| Said to you, «Why did you do it?»
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| Touch the glass, I’ll feel you through it
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| Against the wall with the bracelets on
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| You look bizarre in the apricot
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| You think that you’re Space Ghost
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| You’re wanted coast to coast
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| Fuck that shit, now I go
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| My way and you go yours
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| Gotta be all that coco, eyy?
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| Playin' too much of that GTA
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| Playin' too much of that Dr. Dre
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| Doom, Quake, where’d you get the gun from, eh?
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| Really think that metal gonna make you safe?
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| Playin' peek-a-boo with the devil these days
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| Black cap back with a trench coat, eyy
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| Living in the valley cuttin' porno tapes
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| You think that you’re Space Ghost
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| You’re wanted coast to coast
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| Fuck that shit, now I go
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| My way and you go yours
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| Were you bored of gender norms?
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| Of bein' alone, no mama home
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| A bad divorce, or sad we can’t
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| Afford the clothes our heroes own
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| Remember when you stole
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| Mom’s old Geo Metro?
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| You wore her old bath robe
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| Too small to see the road
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| We were just two Texas toddlers
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| Pokemon and bottle rockets
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| Dunkaroos and real monsters
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| Capri Sun straw in the bottom
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| You think that you’re Space Ghost
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| You’re wanted coast to coast
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| Fuck that shit, now I go
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| My way and you go yours
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| Heard you were lookin' up the cookbook, names
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| Cut into the back of your bedroom door frames
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| Super villain with a manifesto, dang
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| Gotta say I’m pretty glad they caught you, man
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| Get back to the kickball days
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| Scared to hold hands at school disco days
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| 007 Nintendo games
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| Burnin' Hot Pockets in the microwave
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| You think that you’re Space Ghost
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| You’re wanted coast to coast
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| Fuck that shit, now I go
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| My way and you go yours |