They're waiting to hate you
So give them an excuse
They say
Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning
Lets kill the
She was once mine, that smile that shines
From the glossy
Packed and all eyes turned in
No one to see on
He gets close but I choke
Take your shit, take your
All sweetly sung and succinctly stated
Words and music you calculated
To
Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer
And his kid made a
They ask for more
What do you think this fan club
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes,
Come into the den, come into the den
You've got a
I'm the band in a show
?Bout a man holding hands
If you want to see and be seen, then be
Hot breath, rough skin, warm laughs and smiling, the loveliest
Sit back, no song is written
It's nothing you thought of
Auntie Alice, where are you now?
We rung your number and
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