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You're a hard act to follow |
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Such a fine lookin' fellow |
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I hear your bell's yellow |
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You're a hard act to swallow |
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It kind of makes me sick |
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The way you turn those tricks |
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Come on and light it up |
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I want to feel the rush |
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I'll be shooting for thrills |
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When I walk out that door |
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You say it's hard to care anymore |
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Kills, thrills and Sunday pills |
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I"m on a mission to kill |
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Still 'cause nothin' thrills |
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You're hooked on coke and hoochie |
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I want my milk and cookies |
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You know you're wife looked pretty |
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I think you're wife looked pretty |
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I'll be shootin' for thrills |
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When I walk out that door |
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You say it's hard to care anymore |
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Kills, thrills and Sunday pills |
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I"m on a mission to kill |
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Still 'cause nothin' thrills |
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I can't help missin' you still |
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Well, I always will |
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Kills, thrills and Sunday pills |
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Alright |
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I'll be shootin' for thrills |
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When I walk out that door |
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Don't turn around and say |
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You need me anymore |
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Poppin' pieces of pills |
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Up off the lounge room floor |
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You say it's hard to care anymore |
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Kills, thrills and Sunday pills |
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I"m on a mission to kill |
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Still 'cause nothin' thrills |
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I can't help missin' you still |
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Well I always will |
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Kills, thrills and Sunday pills |
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Alright |
