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Your daddy didn't tell you |
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You're a joke of the summer night |
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Yeah, You're the fifth wheel, |
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Over your corpse no one will cry. |
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So you are burning, wrath child |
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You are walkin' a lie |
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You are talkin' with a knife. |
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Mother always talked to you |
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You're a f...in' kid, |
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You're not mine, |
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You've always had war in your head, |
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Bombs in your brain, storm in your heart, |
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So You're a lepper, bad guy |
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You're walkin' lie |
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You are talkin' with a knife. |
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Every cop wants to catch you |
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Each of them will say: |
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You gotta be mine |
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You spend your life in hiding-places |
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I only know, that your dead or alive. |
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Yes, you've got your own style |
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You are a walkin' lie |
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You are... [Chorus:]</i> |
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Too many cops talk about you |
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You flourish in s... |
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Too many suckers talk about you |
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You live in s..., (I don't think you love it) |
