| Pop/du prey
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| Big dick is a thumbs-up guy
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| He shot a missile in the sky
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| It functioned just as advertised
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| Until the fire made him cry
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| Look into it later
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| When the dust is clearing off the crater
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| Run like a villain let the good times roll
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| Run like a villain to the sugar bowl
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| Run like a villain cause you cant adjust
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| To a saccharine suburb in the mush
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| Ive got some loving arms around me Darker than the tombs of egypt,
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| Dumber than the crudest fiction,
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| Buried in a melting coffin
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| Nights like this appeal to me!
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| Tracy got an afghan, pedigreed,
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| Prescription shades and designer jeans
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| A sony walkman on her head
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| All she wants is to be fed
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| Run, run, run, cause youre soft
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| Run, run, but dont get lost
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| The shining moon the dead oak tree
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| Nights like this appeal to me Ive got some loving arms around me The shining moon the dead oak tree
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| Nights like this appeal to me Ive got some loving arms around me Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry
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| In this zzzzzombieee birdhouse
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| Run, run, run run like a villain
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| Let the good times roll
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| Run like a villain to save your soul
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| It cant be done I already know
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| So Ill run like a villain to the sugar bowl
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| Cause who you are nobody knows
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| Who you are nobody knows
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| You rings on your fingers
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| And bells on your toes |