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Somewhere, outside |
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There are tricks, and evil |
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Holler, downstairs |
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While I drive |
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I want to watch you buttercup coming through the fog |
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Dying of boredom |
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I'll try it all |
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Sixteen, olive |
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Bound by a voice |
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I don't want to go but |
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I want it well at least you ****ing care |
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Dying of boredom |
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I'll try it all |
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I'll be faint |
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Like a crook |
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It looks and feels great but look at what |
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It's doing to you |
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But that's ok look at how it feels |
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Dying of boredom |
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I'll try it all |
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I'll be faint |
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Like a crook |
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It looks and feels great but look at what |
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It's doing to you |
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But that's ok look at how it feels |
