| Eat what you want while you’re falling apart
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| And then open a can of worms!
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| And the gun’s in my hand and I know it looks bad
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| But believe me I’m innocent
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| And I’m fearful, I’m fearful, I’m fearful of flying
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| And flying is fearful of me
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| Covered my eyes when she told me the news
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| Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues!
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| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming?
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| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming?
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| Nicotine stains on account of a crutch
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| And I’m aching from fucking too much
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| And I know what I’d do and it all points to you
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| Did you sell me to wanderlust?
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| And I’m fearful, I’m fearful, I’m fearful of flying
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| And flying is fearful of me
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| And I covered my eyes when she told me the news
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| Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues!
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| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming?
|
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming?
|
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming?
|
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming?
|
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming?
|
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming? |
| Are you coming?
|
| Eat what you want while you’re falling apart
|
| And then open a can of worms!
|
| And the gun’s in my hand and I know it looks bad
|
| But believe me I’m innocent
|
| And I’m fearful, I’m fearful, I’m fearful of flying
|
| And flying is fearful of me
|
| Covered my eyes when she told me the news
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| Turning me on with my lightsabre cocksucking blues! |