| Sounded like a seagull, turned out to be a siren
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| Not the good kind, red and blue swine
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| I’ve got too many problems, they never seem to end
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| It all depends on what you call a problem
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| And when you meet your ending will Peter be demanding
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| One more question like what about the women
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| Leaving on your arm, did she let you drive her car
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| How did you handle it, probably fucked it up 'n' shit
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| Ice cream covers both your arms hiding all them pretty scars
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| The ones worn as a prize, text me, babe, come back inside
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| Clutched tight in memory, it’s so hard not to be there
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| Lost in a fearsome tumult, longing becomes too tremendous
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| Please, overlook these filthy rags stupid quarrels
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| And let’s play, I didn’t know what to say
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| When she brought him to our wedding, guess I was fucking laughing
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| I remember when we met everything got wet
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| I wasn’t pissed at all, in fact I was fucking laughing
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| I ain’t the driver
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| I’m just some random (?) who fell far from his (?)
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| Still let’s not talk it over again I meet you later
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| (?) I meet you later |