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Tearing out pages from your only book |
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Circle the bold print, it's where you have to look |
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I could try but I wouldn't get too far |
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Tearing out pages, I wouldn't get that far |
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Magazines, tearing pieces of me |
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They just fall out, they just fall out |
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Magazines, tearing pieces of me |
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They just fall out, they just fall out |
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If you see three fingers, read between the lines |
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It's what I thought you were good at, but you do what you like |
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I could try but I wouldn't get too far |
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Making holes in pictures, tearing words apart |
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Magazines, tearing pieces of me |
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They just fall out, they just fall out |
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Magazines, tearing pieces of me |
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They just fall out, they just fall out |
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Let me spell it out, let me spell it |
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Magazines, tearing pieces of me |
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They just fall out, they just fall out |
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Magazines, tearing pieces of me |
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They just fall out, they just fall out |
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Magazines, tearing pieces of me |
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They just fall out, they just fall out |
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Magazines, tearing pieces of me |
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They just fall out, they just fall out |
