Stop Stop
What you're doing to me.
I've gotta headache
Hearts in clubs and shapes and diamonds. In my old
I'm gonna show you up in show and tell. I'm
We don't need no calculator. We've got the math. We
A hundred miles an hour. A hundred different girls inside
We were born just like giraffes. All heads and shoulders
I've often asked myself why sometimes lovers die young. You
We've got some missing bodies in this old town of
She's been going nowhere for the best years of her
We fell over ourselves when we were twenty-two. We fell
There is a list of everybody I don't like, alright.
I just got home one hour ago. And I didn't
We don't need no calculator.
We've got the math.
We
I drove home to the countryside
Just so you won't be
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