| Crazy in love
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| Yeah we shoulda waited
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| It’s powerful stuff
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| Hell we barely hesitated
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| We done the right thing
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| She wore a ruby dress
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| And I got a job
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| On a hydraulic press
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| Between the knocked up bride
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| And that minimum wage
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| I lay awake night
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| With a simmering rage
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| The gov’ment sucks
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| And the traffic’s worse
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| I got nunchucks
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| And fingernails full of dirt
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| A feud with a dude on the line
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| Yeah but I ain’t scared
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| We just clock in
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| Bust ass and stare
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| As our dreams fade
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| From the gold to beige
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| And we sink into
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| Oh the simmering rage
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| Oh the shattered glass slipper scattered 'cross the floor
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| Like my Cinderella and yours once more
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| The wretched refuse of a new Stone Age
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| Star spangled sum bitches
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| With a simmering rage
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| The horn blows at 4:30
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| We go our separate ways
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| Forever connected
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| Like Mantle and Mays
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| His woman picks him up at the gate
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| She looks good for her age
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| She looks at him and through me
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| With a simmering rage
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| Oh the shattered glass slipper scattered 'cross the floor
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| Like my Cinderella and yours once more
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| The wretched refuse of a new Stone Age
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| Star spangled sum bitches
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| With a simmering rage
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| Yeah we’re just bricks in the wall flying flags on our lawn
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| Trying to find something or someone to blame it all on
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| And our dreams fade from gold to beige
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| And sink into
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| The simmering rage
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| Oh the shattered glass slipper scattered 'cross the floor
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| Like my Cinderella and yours once more
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| The wretched refuse of the new Stone Age
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| Star spangled sum bitches
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| With a simmering rage
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| Yeah star spangled sums bitches
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| With a simmering rage |