| Ever since mom walked out,
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| sis and I can get no sleep.
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| since then dad’s brought home 13 redheads,
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| a blond, a brunette, and a sheep
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| I pray to god, oh, can you help us?
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| save us from this revelry.
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| shotgun westward,
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| I blew away Alice
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| buried her in the deep.
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| of this postage stamp world
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| you get what you want.
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| in this postage stamp world
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| you can all get in line
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| and lick my behind.
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| 'cause I won’t be living with you this time.
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| there she was, silky starlit
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| pressed up to the screen.
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| captivated by social retards
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| she’d drink and drink and drink.
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| lipstick would burn her eyes out
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| and melt upon her waist
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| embracing the dying lover
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| her heart could feel no pain.
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| in this postage stamp world
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| you get what you want.
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| in this postage stamp world,
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| you can get in line
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| and lick my behind.
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| 'cause a I come in 1's not 2's this time.
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| in this postage stamp world
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| you get what you want.
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| in this postage stamp world,
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| you can get in line
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| and lick my behind.
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| 'cause my brains been split open for too long.
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| I decline |