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You're so pretty and I'm so lame |
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You're ever changing, I stay the same |
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You give good sermon, I say bad grace |
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My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste |
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You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell |
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Never left my head, I've no story to tell |
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You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell |
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Never left my head, I've no story to tell |
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I was doing fine when I was breastfed |
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I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed |
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Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed |
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Pasteurize, homogenize, he said |
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You've got convictions, I've got fence arse |
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I'm nowhere near the cliff but I can see the drop |
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I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire |
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I see your watermark when I hold you to the light |
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You're so pretty, I'm so lame |
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Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say |
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Well now what does that mean? |
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If you can be God, well I can be clean |
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I was doing fine when I was breastfed |
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I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed |
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Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed |
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Pasteurize, homogenize, he said |
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame |
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame |
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame |
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame |
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame |
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame |
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame |
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame |
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I was doing fine when I was breastfed |
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I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed |
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Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed |
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Pasteurize, homogenize, he said |
