| I make a frown
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| I always wear it upside down
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| 'Cause life is carnage
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| I once was lost, but now I’m floundered
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| And running late for my funerary date
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| Burn me later, could you smile while you do it?
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Swear I don’t care anymore
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Swear I don’t care anymore
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| I was born with a lucky 88 on my door
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| Put down your last claim to fame for me, boy
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| (Keep me starving or get something better started)
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| Try and work in this town
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| Without a silver spoon and foot in your mouth
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| You see that lucky 88 on my door
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| One more time with reeling
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| You siphoned out the feeling
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| Can’t you act responsibly?
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| You’re the sick pup who created me
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| Burn out and fade
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| I’ll convalesce you right into the grave
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| Though I don’t care anymore
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| Swear I don’t care anymore
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| I don’t care anymore
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| Swear I don’t care anymore
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| I was born with a lucky 88 on my door
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| Put down your last claim to fame for me, boy
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| (Keep me starving or get something better started)
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| I was born in the cold, clotted heart of the storm
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| You see that lucky 88 on my door?
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| Keep me starving, or get something better started
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| Keep me starving, or get something stutter started
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| I was born with the lucky 88 on my door
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| The lucky 88 on my door
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| The lucky 88 on my door
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| The lucky 88
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| Doo doo doo doo
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| Doo doo doo doo
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| Doo doo doo doo
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| Doo doo doo doo |