| These kids are on fire.
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| It seems darker now too.
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| They drive motor scooters.
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| They smoke crack cocaine.
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| If everything’s fine,
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| Please stop screaming so loud.
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| We’ve been sewn together.
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| We’ve been stitched up sound.
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| I don’t wanna get bent till you’re bleary-eye-d blue.
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| Or get so drunk that I turn 22.
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| She gets so high that she can’t even speak.
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| Cuddle-core, get close to me.
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| Get sewn together, we get sewn together.
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| My gut’s on fire.
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| It burns hotter now too
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| Since I changed my zip code.
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| It’s been killin' me
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| But everything’s fine.
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| Please stop screaming so loud.
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| We’ve been sewn together.
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| We’ve been stitched up sound.
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| I don’t wanna get bent till you’re bleary-eye-d blue
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| Or be a punk until I’m 42.
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| It gets so loud and I can’t even speak.
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| Cuddle-core, get close to me.
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| Get sewn together, we get sewn together.
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| We get sewn together, mama, 'gether. |
| oh no, oh.
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| These kids are on fire.
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| They smoke crack.
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| I don’t wanna get bent till you’re bleary-eye-d blue
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| Or be stuck here until I’m 82.
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| It gets so dark that I can’t even see.
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| You exhale and speak soft to me.
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| Let’s get sewn together, we’ll get sewn together.
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| We get sewn together.
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| We get sewn together.
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| We get sewn together. |