| Baby’s born on a bathroom floor
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| Her mother prays that it’ll never cry
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| But nothing’s wrong, you’ve got your prom dress on
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| When they ask you’ll say «It isn’t mine»
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| You know they’re gonna know you lied
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| Why the hell don’t you throw yourself away?
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| You know they’re gonna burn it down
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| Wash my hands of this
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| You notice how Dod ain’t even helping you out
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| Wash my hands of this
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| You notice how God ain’t even helping you
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| Why the hell don’t you throw yourself away?
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| You know they’re gonna burn it down
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| So keep the way you’re feeling anonymous
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| And hide it all until the day you die
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| Your secrets safe, at least you thought it was
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| You can only keep it for a little while
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| And now you’re terrified
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| Why the hell don’t you throw yourself away?
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| You know they’re gonna burn it down
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| Wash my hands of this
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| You notice how God ain’t even helping you out
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| Wash my hands of this
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| You notice how God ain’t even helping you
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| Why the hell don’t you throw yourself away?
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| You know they’re gonna burn it down
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| Baby’s born on a bathroom floor
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| Her mother prays that it’ll never cry
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| But nothing’s wrong, you’ve got your prom dress on
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| When they ask you’ll say «It isn’t mine»
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| Damn you for thinking we would never know
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| And damn you for thinking we would never mind
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| Only reason that you made it this far
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| You never asked him, but you never tried
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| Why the hell don’t you throw yourself away?
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| Why the hell don’t you throw yourself away?
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| You know they’re gonna burn it down
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| Wash my hands of this
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| You notice how God ain’t even helping you out
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| Wash my hands of this
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| You notice how God ain’t even helping you
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| Wash my hands of this
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| You notice how God ain’t even helping you
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| Wash my hands of this
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| You notice how god ain’t even helping you
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| Why the hell don’t you throw yourself away?
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| You know they’re gonna burn it down |