| I drive for smiles to ditch the noise.
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| She drove me out of LA.
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| I parked at the Denton mini mall
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| Burning down on Christmas Day.
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| I feel I leave a track of fire flames where I go,
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| But they got me all wrong.
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| Baby, you scoff when you hear my name…
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| I’m gonna be your favorite song.
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| Maybe I’m different,
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| Baby, I’m a slithering black cobra yet
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| Just a rat to you.
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| Dispatch via tiny telephone,
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| Connect your ear to my ear.
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| Let me hear the world inside your head.
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| Is it sunny and clear?
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| But she got bigger, better things
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| To do than give you the time
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| Of day or night or an afternoon…
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| On hold the rest of your life.
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| Maybe I’m different,
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| Baby, I’m a slithering black cobra yet
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| Just a rat to you.
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| I’m probably the problem,
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| But I tend to thrive of this strange rebellion
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| Taking over. |