| I wanna go where the trouble begins
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| And the morning after smells just like a dirty ashtray
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| Oh, give me shame, lock me in the shower
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| The penitentiary, elementary school for losers
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| If this is how it's gonna end, then it feels alright
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| Baby, let's get sick again
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| We're hell raisers, death wish cravers
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| We're running with razor blades
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| Party favors, sex with strangers
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| We don't care what the neighbors say
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| Well, this is how it's gonna end
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| 'Cause it feels alright
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| Baby, let's get sick again
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| We're crawling out of the dead man's bed
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| Well, we don't wanna know
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| Well, we don't wanna know
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| We're killing my song just to live
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| Well, we don't wanna go
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| Well, we don't wanna go
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| We're hell raisers, death wish cravers
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| We're running with razor blades
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| Party favors, sex with strangers
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| We don't care what the neighbors say
|
| Well, this is how it's gonna end
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| 'Cause it feels alright
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| Baby, let's get sick again
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| Ba, ba ba ra da
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| Ba ba ra da, ba ba ra da
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| Ba, ba ba ra da
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| Ba ba ra da, ba ba da ohh
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| We're hell raisers, death wish cravers
|
| We're running with razor blades
|
| Party favors, sex with strangers
|
| We don't care what the neighbors say
|
| Well, this is how it's gonna end
|
| 'Cause it feels alright
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| Baby, let's get sick again |