| One, two, three, four
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| One, two, three, four.
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| Silently spoken, days of our lives
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| Rooms that are broken inside
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| I need your violence, song’s in the air
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| Call me 'til I don’t care.
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| You’re a sight for sore eyes
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| Colwater High, remember me
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| I’m the one who’ll always be around
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| To pick up your lies
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| Colwater High, remember me
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| I will be your slave forever.
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| Millions of daydreams lost in your hair
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| You call me but I’m never there
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| Crowded arenas screaming for you
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| But there’s only one dream.
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| You’re a sight for sore eyes
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| Colwater High, remember me
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| I’m the one who’ll always be around
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| To pick up your lies
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| Colwater High, remember me
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| I will be your slave forever.
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| Until the day my heart breaks down
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| 'Til the roof is caving in
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| And my ego hits the ground
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| And you’re my ologist.
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| You’re a sight for sore eyes
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| Colwater High, remember me
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| I’m the one who’ll always be around
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| To pick up your lies
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| Colwater High, remember me
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| I will be your slave forever.
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| You’re a sight for sore eyes
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| Colwater High, remember me
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| I’m the one who’ll always be around
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| To pick up your lies
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| Colwater High, remember me
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| I will be your slave forever. |