| She walks through the rain feeling like a bad habit-
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| Thank you, thank you very much, thank you. |
| Thank you, very happy to be here.
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| Please… Please, stop the applause. |
| Please, stop the applause.
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| Hold it, hold it… Thank you, thank you
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| She walks through the rain feeling like a bad habit
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| She calls her own name, such a scared little rabbit
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| Who’s been discarded again like an old rotten carrot
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| No one would claim
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| No one would speak at her disposition rattled
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| By the sound of a snake and her mother side — saddled
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| By the sadie’s estate selling human hair jackets
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| To the Sons of Dicks
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| No one knows the girls anymore
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| The girls, the girls, the girls, the girls, the girls
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| The girls, the girls, the girls, the girls, the girls, the girls
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| Cause no one knows the girls anymore
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| The girls, the girls, the girls, the girls, the girls
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| The girls, the girls, the girls, the girls, the girls, the…
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| He might seem insane when he screamed like a parrot
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| And say awful things like «Kill both of your parents»
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| There’s no stars on his arm, he’s no David Miscavige
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| They aren’t the same
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| He’s not number one, he’s number one with a bullet
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| He’s got a hare trigger, be careful, he’ll pull it
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| No way that he’ll stay locked away he can’t do it
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| He walks with me
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| No one knows the girls, no one knows the girls
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| No one knows the girls, no one knows the girls
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| No one knows the girls, no one knows the girls
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| Fuck!
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| No one knows the girls, no one knows the girls
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| No one knows the girls, no one knows the girls |