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Sitting around your whole fucking life
Wasting all your precious time
Not doing a fucking god damn thing
Except another bullshit line
Get out, getout, get out, get the fuck out
Get out, getout, get out, get the fuck out
Every morning it's your face
Another day for you to waste
Why don't you go to another place
Your just a big fucking disgrace
Get out, getout, get out, get the fuck out
Get out, getout, get out, get the fuck out
I see right through your bullshit lies
Your nose your mouth and your thin fucking disguise
Why don't you go on your own fucking way
How many times must I say
Get out, getout, get out, get the fuck out
Get out, getout, get out, get the fuck out
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I saw a shooting star go whizzing by
Well ain't that really fucking great
I feel my blood
I spill my blood but my achy heart still makes me bleed
I shot, I shot my leprechaun
I shot, I shot my luck away
I thought I saw a leprechaun sittin' there looking at me
He said "Now son, go get a gun and if you want to kid, I'll set you free"
I shot, I shot that leprechaun
I shot, I shot my luck away
I shot, I shot my leprechaun
I shot, I shot my luck away
I saw a shooting star
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