| Bottle up the problems
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| Because nothing’s gonna solve them now
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| Just kill the sound
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| Then she and all her girlfriends
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| They go out, dressed in purple satin
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| Choking back the fashions
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| Hoping shit will happen
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| Here right now
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| Make up your mind
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| Stop wasting our
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| Time will tell
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| Dare you, do I?
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| Fuck that!!!
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| First he’ll tell you one thing
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| Even when his eyes say
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| «I'm sorry, I’m slipping once again.»
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| Hate to say I told you
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| Hate to say I told you anything at all
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| You never listen anyways
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| Here right now
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| Make up your mind
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| Stop wasting our
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| Time will tell
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| Dare you, do I?
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| You don’t know what I am capable of
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| Keep this knife by my side, until I die
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| You don’t know what I am capable of, oh no no
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| When you said that you’ll stay!
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| This is how Hollywood kills revolutions
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| And this is where the shit has to stop
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| Breeding a counter-culture of traitors and whores
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| Nurturing their greed because our money means more
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| This city is a disease
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| Spreading and sucking the life out of every pure thing
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| Cocaine and drinks is how they are raised
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| Fucking their way to the party from which they came
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| Just like Mommy and Daddy did
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| Aren’t they the reason that you’re a monster, yeah
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| I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright on my own
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| With you on the other side of the world
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| I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m alright on my own
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| So I guess you can see
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| As plain as I can be
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| The initials 'L.A.' |
| aren’t in my vocabulary |