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you wanted to know just what makes me tick |
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I guess I could say that you and your bullshit |
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are pushing me towards an explosion. |
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I guess you're what drives me |
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I wish I could ride you |
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drive you too fast into a sharp curve |
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break your neck like you broke my will |
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The guardrail will take you home |
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I guess you get caught up in the day to day drama of being you |
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to notice me and what's become of my eyes |
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The vessels are an angry red |
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just like the blood from my lips as I chew on them |
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I wish I could ride you |
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drive you too fast into a sharp curve |
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break your neck like you broke my will |
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The guardrail will take you home |
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I keep your picture as a reminder of what I wish I wasn't |
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It's like a fun house mirror version of myself |
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through those ****ed up eyes of yours |
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I wish I could ride you drive you |
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too fast into a sharp curve break your neck like you broke my will |
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The guardrail, the guardrail, the guardrail will take you home |
