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You're sticking to me like a dirty joke |
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A creeping back stabber, or a [.....] |
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You hit like a butcher with meat on fire |
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You're lovin' and hatin' but you've barely time |
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Rollaroller, rollaroll |
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Rollaroller, rollaroll |
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Rollaroller, oh rollaroller |
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Rollaroller, rollaroll |
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I don't feel nothing when it's stuck to the chair |
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I ain't dead as a doornail when you're not there |
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Well, push on over a rollaroller |
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Feeling the pleasure of rollaroll |
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Oh [....] wire, are you waving goodbye? |
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And there's garbage upon garbage, right up to the sky |
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Ah, rollaroller |
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Rollaroller, ah rollaroll |
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Rollaroller, rollaroll |
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Yeah rollaroller, rollaroll |
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Rollaroller, rollaroll... |
