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MRS. JONES
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Sorry man, sorry, sorry, I've got a bad eye
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I shouldn't have looked at it
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I've got a bad eye
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I should have listened
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Go away, go away on the sugar star
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Sugar star and the abortionist
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You want her on the bed
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With her legs wide open and her eyes all spread
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The sky's a narcotic with blackjack bones
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Cry me a river but just take me home
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Sorry man, I've got a gut slit
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Fucking ran away with my abortionist
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It's my little white lie
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You know, like I jizzed with
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The knife they used to gut my face in
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It's been out stabbing baby angels in
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Smile, smile
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The sky's a narcotic with blackjack bones
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Please Mrs. Jones
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My virus is raging and it's breaking my bones
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Please Mrs. Jones
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I will follow you down the sick drain
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When I lean on, on the sink
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Don't worry, don't worry, baby
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You will never stink so bad
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Sorry man, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked at it
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I'm sorry man, you're a night blooming sickle cell
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Night blooming sickle cell
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I ran away, I ran away
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Look into the bloodroot you suicide bitch
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It takes an hour like you to make me want to live
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Sorry man, I'm sorry, man
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The sky's a narcotic with blackjack bones
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Come get your dog, it won't leave me alone
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Please Mrs. Jones
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My virus is raging and it's breaking my bones
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Please Mrs. Jones
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Oh, cry me a river, baby, just take me home
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Oh Mrs. Jones
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Sister ectoplasma, she's incredulous
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Just like a pro she takes off her dress
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She kicks you down in her snow white pumps
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Just remember it was me who found the lumps
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Shit...shit...shit...shit
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East is east and west is west
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And mine was you
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And mine was the best
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And east is east and west is west
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And mine was you
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And mine was blind, was gold
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Mrs. Jones
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Don't ask me again
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Don't ever talk to me like that again
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MRS. JONES
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