| Took the right side of my head
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| Just like you said now I’m what’s left
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| Lost my patience in a bathroom stall
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| Till I left a mess and scribbled on the wall
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| Clean the dirt out of my hair
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| But that dirt’s gotta go somewhere
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| I’m not ready for a leap of faith
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| I’m away
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| Give me something to understand
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| Focus on a task at hand
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| Telephone strapped to my wrist
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| Loving hands feel love and bliss
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| Cough and spit it in my face
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| Put my faith in your body aches
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| It’s time to let you know
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| I’ll explode
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| Time to let it slick
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| Clean my act up, oh that’s it
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| I’m dirty where it counts
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| Don’t discourage, just count me out
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| Time to let it reek
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| Clean my act up, oh that’s it
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| I’m filthy where it counts
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| Don’t count me out
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| I’m a germaphobe, germaphobe
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| Germaphobe, germaphobe
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| Germaphobe, germaphobe |