Look at me,
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Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again.
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Although you're a solid pile of hate,
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You're still pretty like a cake.
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Pulling out a bat at the Kill Me Court,
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Slaps me that I can't handle you...
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But yes, no, yes, no, yes,
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Tell me how to live!
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Boy Soprano,
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Racing me away from here.
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Boy Soprano,
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Where will go tonight?
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Boy Soprano,
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Do what you can to shock me.
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Boy Soprano,
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I hope you make it, I hope you have.
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When you get to be my age,
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The police don't assume that you still like to light things on fire...
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Bearing that in mind I wouldn't trust me either!
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But it was the two of us,
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Watching two bunnies hop across the Peach Street Gang.
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Yes, no, yes, no, yes,
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Confide in me; you don't want to die.
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Look from the stains on my gloves to the stains on yours,
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Thanks for telling me that Vodka is a pansy drink.
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But the handball is in your court little boy.
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Boy Soprano,
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Take me away from here,
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Boy Soprano,
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Where will we go tonight?
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Boy Soprano,
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Do what you can to shock me.
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Boy Soprano,
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I hope you make it, I hope you have.
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Boy Soprano
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Xiu Xiu |