| Sorry man, sorry, sorry
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| I’ve got a bad eye
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| I shouldn’t have— I should’ve looked at it
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| I, I should’ve looked at it
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| Go, go away, go away
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| The sugar star, the sugar star
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| And the, the abortionist, hey, hey
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| You want her on the bed
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| With her legs wide open and her eyes all spread
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| Sky’s a narcotic with blackjack bones, oh
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| Mrs. Jones, oh, Mrs. Jones, oh
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| Cry me a river, but just take me home, oh
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| Mrs. Jones, oh, Mrs. Jones
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| Sorry man, I’ve gotta—
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| I’ve got it slimming
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| Fucking ran away with my abortionist
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| My little eye blacked with all the jizz
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| And the knife they used to gut my face in
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| It’s been out stabbing baby, baby angels, and
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| Smile, smile
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| The sky’s a narcotic with blackjack bones, oh
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| Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
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| My virus is raging, it’s breaking my bones, oh
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| Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
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| Cry, survive
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| Well, I will follow you down the sick drain
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| When I lean on, on the sink
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| Don’t worry, don’t worry
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| Don’t worry, baby
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| You will, you will never stink so bad
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| Whoa!
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| Sorry man, I’m sorry
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| I shouldn’t have looked at it, I…
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| I’m sorry, man
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| You’re a night blooming sickle cell
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| You’re a night blooming sickle cell
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| I ran away, I ran away
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| Look into the bloodroot, you suicide bitch
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| It takes an hour like you to make me wanna live
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| I’m sorry, man, I’m sorry, man, I’m sorry, man
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| Wow!
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| The sky’s a narcotic with blackjack bones, oh
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| Mrs. Jones, oh, Mrs. Jones
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| Cute little doggie won’t leave me alone, oh
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| Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
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| My virus is raging, it’s breaking my bones, oh
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| Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones, oh
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| Cry me a river, baby, just take me home, oh
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| Mrs. Jones, oh, Mrs. Jones
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| Sister Ectoplasma, she’s incredulous
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| Just like a pro, she takes off her dress
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| And she kicks you down in her snow-white pumps
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| Just remember, it was me who found the lump
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| Shit!
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| Shit!
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| Shit!
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| Shit!
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| East is east, and west is west
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| And mine was you, and mine was the best, yeah
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| East is east, and west is west
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| And mine was you, and mine was, mine was all
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| Mrs. Jones
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| Don’t ask me again
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| Don’t ever talk to me like that again |