| Matchstick lies hypnotize
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| Silk pinned eyes and oral fixations
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| Letters home while you roam
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| Clutch the past, taste the sedation
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| Throw to the wind your addiction to friction and fiction
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| Ride through the night, risk your life
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| Bottoms up with the top down
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| Hit the skids and you rebound
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| Count the points as you run down all your friends one by one
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| Bottoms up with your sweet self
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| When the drive is a test
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| While you beat your chest all your friends have left
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| Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, oh oh oh
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| Our pipe dreams to delete
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| Incomplete, regretting cremation
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| I’ve high hopes, hide the rope
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| Flush the dope, or my liberation
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| Throw to the wind your addiction to friction and fiction
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| Ride through the night, risk your life
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| Bottoms up with the top down
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| Hit the skids and you rebound
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| Count the points as you run down all your friends one by one
|
| Bottoms up with your sweet self
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| When the drive is a test
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| While you beat your chest all your friends have left
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| Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, oh oh oh
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| Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, oh oh oh |