| I got a timebomb, in my mind Mom.
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| I hear it ticking but I don’t know why.
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| I call the police, but they don’t like me.
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| I hear 'em whispering when I walk by.
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| I got a landmine in my bloodline.
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| I’m not immune to getting blown apart.
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| She’s like a claymore, that’s what she’s there for.
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| She’s waiting 'round here to get blown apart.
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| Having her on my brain’s like getting hit by a train,
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| She’s gonna kill me. |
| Oh Celeste, oh Celeste.
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| I got a timebemb, in my mind Mom,
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| It’s gonna go off, but I don’t know when.
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| I need a doctor to extract her.
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| I got a feeling she’d get right back in again
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| I got a timebemb, in my mind Mom,
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| I got it badly for a stick-legged girl
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| She’s gonna kill me, and I don’t mean softly.
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| I got it badly for a stick-legged girl
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| Having her on my brain’s like getting hit by a train,
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| She’s gonna kill me. |
| Oh Celeste, oh Celeste, oh Celeste. |