| Mustve been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk
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| Got rock candy brains and that head of yours
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| Full of holes, full of holes
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| Terry cloths about the only comfort Im allowed
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| What with all the rain and this house of yours
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| Full of holes, full of holes
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| Im about through being your plaything
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| Im about through being your gin
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| Im about through being your water
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| Do you want to spend another night under the porch?
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| We could light a candle and this rotten wood
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| Up in flames, up in flames
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| Your orange fingers are glowing hot
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| I think your sneakers on fire
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| Up in flames, up in flames
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| Im about through being your plaything
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| Im about through being your gin
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| Im about through being your water
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| One breath after lights out
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| The rest under nights spell |