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Here I am laid bare at the end of my rope |
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I've lost all hope, so long |
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Molly Connolly just broke up with me |
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Over the revealing nature of the songs |
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You goddamn kids had best be gracious |
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With the merch money you spend |
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'Cause for you, I won't ever have rough sex |
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With Molly Connolly again |
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Here I am, laid down at the end of my rope |
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Wishing I had not been born |
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Now I've spewed too much, I can never shut it up |
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I thought you should be warned |
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And I implied, black sky took the needle to my eye |
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And sucked out all its glow |
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Ohh, Molly Connolly ruined my life |
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I thought the world should know, ohh |
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I can't stop thinkin' about what she did wrong to me |
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Can't figure out just what I did wrong |
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I'll kill myself thinkin' about things that you did to me |
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Molly Connolly |
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Can't stop thinkin' about what she did wrong to me |
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Just can't figure out just what I did wrong |
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Kill yourself thinkin' about things that you did to me |
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Molly Connolly |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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Can't stop thinkin' 'bout |
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Just can't figure her out |
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Kill myself thinkin' 'bout |
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My Molly Connolly |
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(Can't stop thinkin' 'bout) |
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I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it |
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(Just can't figure out) |
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I won't stop thinkin' bout it |
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(Kill myself thinkin' 'bout) |
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I'll kill myself, I'll kill myself, I'll kill myself |
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(Molly Connolly) |