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She climbs the tower, gun in hand |
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Everyday at 5 PM |
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She has a bomb, she has a plan |
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She kills imaginary men |
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Kills them with her lipstick head |
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But she's safe from them |
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Cause they don't understand |
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My guts fell out the top of my head |
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I'll live without them |
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I have my days for sure |
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But I don't count them |
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When everything's just right |
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I'll come down off my mountain |
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I'm out of sorts right now |
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By then I will have found them |
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Don't call me the weird one |
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I watch them come and go all night |
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I serve them, listen to their shit |
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These people just aren't right |
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My guts fell out the top of my head |
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I'll live without them |
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I have my days for sure |
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But I don't count them |
