| she’s been hangin out back with the alley cats
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| brother said he’s not having it
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| black eyes back
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| these rich kids don’t understand what’s coming
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| rats on a sinking ship
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| cos its inherited they said it gets them real quick
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| gotta see a lover in another district
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| with a boy that looks scary and a pitball terrier
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| swear we were living in that common area
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| well your on the colder sack with the runaway pack
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| cause no one would give you slack
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| now she knows how it feels running in heels
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| cos the deal was a fucking trap
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| now you’re hanging round jacks with a lottery wrap
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| complaining about the big smoke
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| getting righteous with me academically
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| well at least i remembered to vote
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| i cried when jenny
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| when i was unhappy
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| now the tables turn i said jenny can rely on me
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| jenny can rely on me
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| jenny can rely on me
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| so next door neighbor she’s a right little raver
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| makes money when she babysits
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| says same shit different day, nothing new around the way
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| back to the local for drinks
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| and in a dead end town, gravel on the ground
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| you’re vandalising for kicks
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| said ma, i feel trapped in this old colder sack
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| she said sweetheart, we got transport links
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| i cried when jenny
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| when i was unhappy
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| now the tables turn i said jenny can rely on me
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| jenny can rely on me
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| jenny can rely on me |