| Well I’m fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah
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| I’m feelin very sorry that it hasn’t rained all year
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| I’m feelin very sorry that I, that I’ve got the fear
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| It’s taking time to sort through my winding mind
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| When i can smell her on my neck
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| (yeah)
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| You’ve got to, you’ve got to run away
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| You’ve got to, you’ve got to find a way, baby
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| You’ve got to fade away
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| Until there’s no one left but you
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| The ship is down
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| Skins is on the sidewalk
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| Filling things with acid
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| Mom is in the kitchen
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| Crying for her father
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| Meaningless as music
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| Making as amusements
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| Slides into the doorway
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| Chattering like horseplay
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| I am, I am sending you a love letter from hell
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| Fuck the boys, fuck all the boys
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| Fuck girls while you’re at it
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| Load into a limousine
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| Well I’m fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah
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| I’m feelin very sorry that it hasn’t rained all year
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| I’m feelin very sorry that I that ive got the fear
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| It’s taking time to sort through my winding mind
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| When I can smell her on my neck
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| (yeah)
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| You’ve got to, you’ve got to run away
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| You’ve got to, you’ve got to find a way, baby
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| You’ve got to fade away
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| 'Til there’s no one left but you
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| The ship is down |