| I took cutie for a ride in my death cab
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| She tipped me with a kiss
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| I dropped her off at the meth lab
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| Before she left, she made a dashboard confessional
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| And spilled her guts in cursive
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| But what’s worse is
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| I could still see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate
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| Oh my, and in a funny way the ceiling tastes
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| So high, but no chance
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| My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
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| But I imposed her like, «Hey, Mercedes, why the long face?
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| Why you cryin'? |
| No need
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| Just put on this coheed and fall out»
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| Boy meets girl, Jimmy eat world
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| But Schlep eats pills till he’s all out
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| Not once, not twice, she was thrice times a lady
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| Mackin' on brand new, but I had to
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| Bounce over to the postal services to
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| Pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness
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| And on the way I saw planes and mistook them for stars
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| She played games, but she took 'em too far
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| At The Drive-In, watching soft porn and you can tell by the trail of the dead
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| That there was somethin' in the popcorn
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| Hop in my cab destination: Midtown |
| Just to get up with some kids that like to get down
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| I made my rounds and that was that
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| In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks
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| And I remember I seen her ass in early November
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| On a Thursday, takin' back Sunday for a refund
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| She shot a wink like no hard feelings
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| Then, she jetted to Brazil
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| Man, them pills had me spun
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| This is the story of the year, right here
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| This is hot water music
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| Cook your Ramen to it |