He can't take the street no more Street too full, full of junk Thinks he'll hide in his room Room too full, full of junk He turns on his TV, TV full,
I ain't blue, yet hell I ain't even sick But this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet But for a pile
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The need to realize Shot, shot, shot, blank Staring down the barrel of my arm Shot, shot, shot, dead It's over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red No restrictions
He can't take the street no more Street too full full of junk Thinks he'll hide in his room Room too full full of junk He turns to his t.v. t.v. full
Why can't you see That this is how our love was meant to be? I'll never understand why you are putting me down Ruining everything And when I'm looking
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~~~~~ He thought he was putting his things in the right place Everything had a name and everything had a place But now there's so much of this stuff around
Elle vendait dans ma rue des trucs qui n'servent a rien Des spheres en plastique qu'on retourne sans fin Pour voir une Tour Eiffel sous une neige imbecile
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Go! I bring the pain you feal inside the worthless one you've yearned for once denied I am the one that crushed your pride You can't control your
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Got it all but it can't be right Don't wanna fall but I'm tired of making sense I'll try and shut my eyes I guess I can't complain Too tired to kill
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