| Turn your teeth up and run, leave
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| I’m all drinks
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| So I clean
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| I fall down
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| Should I fit these
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| So politely?
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| All praises sugar-coated
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| Looking between your mouth and mine
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| And now scars from dirty scratches
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| Scabs and ashes
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| The back of your mouth
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| In this exchange I often touch myself
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| So go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me
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| Just passing through
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| Not stopping by
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| Not saying hi
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| Girl, you can’t kill a liar
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| You throw up everywhere yea
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| Enjoy the carbon copy
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| I am the puddle
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| Make me
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| Dancing hoes and stagnance- okay
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| These words are sugar-coated
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| Grab soft I still cut out her tongue
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| Left scars from dirty scratches
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| Scabs and ashes
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| The back of your mouth
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| In this exchange I often touch myself
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| So go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me
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| Just passing through
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| Not stopping by
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| Not saying hi
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| Girl, you can’t kill a liar
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| You can’t kill (x8)
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| In this exchange I often touch myself
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| So go ahead and let those dirty words pass right through me
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| Just passing through
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| Not stopping by now
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| Not saying hi
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| Girl, you can’t kill a liar
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| Girl, you can’t kill a liar (x4) |