[you dont like me
|
well i don't like you either
|
but we could go home]
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she talks in paragraph
|
rambling paragraphs
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about her work on a sunday
|
she wants my autograph
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but she dont wanna ask
|
she's gonna get it one day
|
faces faces faces
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i didnt want it to happen this way
|
everything you die for
|
i wouldnt live for
|
but thats ok
|
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[chorus]
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i rained on the princess parade
|
she's just a beautiful girl
|
who was raised in the shade
|
freash meat and the blood is so sweet
|
and she knows, she knows
|
|
i cant recall
|
a word she said at all
|
i just wanted to make her feel like something
|
that she wasnt [she never was]
|
i cant recall
|
a move she made at all
|
i just wanted to make her feel like something
|
that she wasnt [she never was]
|
|
[chorus]
|
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braggadocio baby doll
|
standing against a wall
|
she used to model for mervyns
|
i think she's a counterfeit
|
but i'd be on top of it
|
if she thought that i deserved it
|
wasted wasted wasted
|
poisonous games she loves to play
|
everything you die for
|
i wouldnt live for
|
but thats ok
|
|
[chorus]
|
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Bloodsweet
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| Scapegoat wax |
