you're not telling what you feel you're just say you can't deal you're just lying like a peel you're just saying it ain't real mum told you and I'll tell you you better pick it up you left your room I'm not telling you what or feel I'm just saying I can't deal you're just lying like a peel I'm just saying you ain't real your mum told you and I'll tell you you better straighten up it's such mess inside you're so hot you're bad you're tangled television pants shock gello price phone bill fax paper cranberry juice dirty sock cd's tapes highschool yearbook comb and all those let ups your mum told you and I'll tell you if I make you cry I'll poke your eye I'll tear you limb for limb lying in your room what we said is true and as such were through
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