| I know you very well
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| You get to being a bitch sometimes
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| Make a fuss, you’re so hung up
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| Holding out your empty cup
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| You don’t need to pull me in
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| You’re circlin' beneath the skin
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| Always out to get somebody
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| Leave your dreams in a hurry
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| I think that you’re painting pictures in your head
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| There is no point getting tangled into your own web
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| I know you very well
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| You get to being a bitch sometimes
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| Take the hit, you’re full of shit
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| Suckin' on your momma’s tit
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| You don’t need to tell me why
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| You’re waiting on an alibi
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| Acting mean 'round everybody
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| Drown in cream, can’t handle curry
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| I think that you’re painting pictures in your head
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| There is no point getting tangled into your own web
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| Wake me up and take me out, I’ll be somebody
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| Something tells me you’re up to no good
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| Wake me up and take me out, I’ll be somebody
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| Something tells me you’re up to no good
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| Wake me up and take me out, I’ll be somebody
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| Something tells me you’re up to no good
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| Wake me up and take me out, I’ll be somebody
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| Something tells me you’re up to no good |