| What’s a matter
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| with going places?
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| Take that gross look off your faces
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| Empty loving makes me seasick
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| What you’re here for, I don’t need it
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| I’ll say nothing on your microphone
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| Till you swear to take me home
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| There’s a one foot boy eleven stone
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| He’s sitting on my shoulder
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| I’m too scared to look away,
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| He comes here almost everyday
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| And everyday I push him off and tell him boy we’re over
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| MY OH MY I think my mind is gone
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| I’m left here wondering
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| Was I crazy all along?
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| What do I do?
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| Nothing left but pray
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| Gonna shoot somebody
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| Help me drive this craziness away
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| I’m happy on my own
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| One foot boy!
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| One foot boy!
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| One foot boy!
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| One foot boy!
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| Say you like me,
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| But not with changes?
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| Shut up and forget it These are my faces
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| All these colours
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| That surround me All these places
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| Only drown me
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| I’ll say nothing on your microphone
|
| Till you swear to take me home
|
| There’s a one foot boy eleven stone
|
| He’s sitting on my shoulder
|
| I’m too scared to look away,
|
| He comes here almost everyday
|
| And everyday I push him off and tell him boy we’re over
|
| MY OH MY I think my mind is gone
|
| I’m left here wondering
|
| Was I crazy all along?
|
| What do I do?
|
| Nothing left but pray
|
| Gonna shoot somebody
|
| Help me drive this craziness away
|
| I’m happy on my own
|
| I think my mind is gone
|
| I’m left here wondering
|
| Was I crazy all along?
|
| What do I do?
|
| Nothing left but pray
|
| Gonna shoot somebody
|
| Help me drive this craziness away
|
| I’m happy on my own
|
| What’s a matter
|
| with going places?
|
| Take that gross look off your faces
|
| Empty loving makes me seasick
|
| What you here for, I don’t need it One foot boy!
|
| One foot boy!
|
| One foot boy!
|
| One foot boy!
|
| One foot boy!
|
| One foot boy!
|
| One foot boy!
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| One foot boy!
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| Happy on my own |