| Girls staking and breaking phones never did go home
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| I don’t know why I seem to defy anyone who wants me down
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| It’s a crimson tide of bodily pride that makes you fall down
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| It’s the luster living arseholes who always scream and shout
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| I stayed in a local town
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| Till the buildings fell down
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| The runaway bed was all I had
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| To remind me I’m running out
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| Got a call from the government
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| My question’s to pay why at all
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| I was the last skivvy down hunting in the river bull
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| The lost and found, hound dogs round this town
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| They shove you dead body down in the up ground
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| I stayed in a local town
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| Till the buildings fell down
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| The runaway bed was all I had
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| To remind me I’m running out
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| Stayed in a local town
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| Stayed in a local town
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| Stayed in a local town
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| Stayed in a local town
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| The first to break is the love one shake
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| And no one ever came to town
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| Feeling the thoughts of everyone lost
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| And now they’ve fallen now
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| The first to break is the love one shake
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| And no one ever came to town
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| Feeling the thoughts of everyone lost
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| And now they’ve fallen now |