The people upstairs are comin through the ceiling, the people
Step up and make your move
No time to lose
Now tie
Secluded in her own confused frustration, perpetuated by irrational obligations,
Everyone tries to pull you their way then somebody tries
Stooping in the morning picking up the garbage, littering her
Every time I hear it a chill runs down my
I will not be found with a bullet in the
The boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider,
The girls
Call me irresponsible, call me unreliable, throw in undependable too.
You could never be enough
you could never be enough
Hanging off my arms are the pair of hands that
Everything I've got has certain places to go. A shelf
When I do my job I do it well. if
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