| Your Mother Theresa with looser thighs
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| Got a taste for scotch and abusive guys
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| Can’t clean out your ruins with them rusty knives
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| So why do you keep trying
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| You say to me with all the tears in your eyes
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| You scream at me it’s not my fault, this time
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| Go blame it on the Jews or the Chinese
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| 'Cause I’m all out of time
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| Your ship’s sinking, now
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| Go down with it
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| Just don’t forget my comin' ends
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| I’ll follow you between
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| I’m laying here and I wish I cared
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| But I just can’t wait to leave
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| So don’t roll over, please
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| You’re standing in the belly of the furnace
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| Just kiss the floor and mountain to the surface
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| Just turn off and you won’t feel no burning
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| Yet you leave it all on
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| If only used to turn me on
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| Your ship’s sinking, now
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| Go down with it
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| Just don’t forget my comin' ends
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| I’ll follow you between
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| I’m laying here and I wish I cared
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| But I just can’t wait to leave
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| So don’t roll over
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| So don’t roll over
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| So don’t roll over
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| Please
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| Your ship’s sinking
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| Sharks start sensing blood
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| The world might end
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| It’s a night I won’t be by your side
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| And if the world ends today
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| Won’t be by your side
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| So don’t roll over
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| So don’t roll over
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| So don’t roll over
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| Please |