Wiped out in the city slick
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Another sick rock ´n´ roller acting like a dick
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Needing cash
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Burning through the trash
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That piles up in this place
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And fills up behind my empty face
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Full of things that I´m not to do
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You come over with all of your friends
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And all their opinions I don´t want to know
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And I´m looking over my shoulder
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Booking away with nowhere to go
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I run down to the corner lot
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It´s forty-five past two
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I almost forgot to show
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Got a date to make with Mr. So-and-So
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After which
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I won´t care when you all start to bitch and moan
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About being alone
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You come over with all of your friends
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And all their opinions I don´t want to know
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And I´m looking over my shoulder
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Booking away with nowhere to go
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Well, can´t you just leave me alone?
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You´ve already thrown all the sticks and stones
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You had to send my way
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Well, can´t you just leave it at that?
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And spare us both the bother
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Because I just bounce back anyway
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I got nothing that I want to do more
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Than make another sonic "fuck you" to play
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Whenever you make my life cliche
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So to fit in some little box with the all the labeled shit
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You would say to keep confusion away
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You come over with all of your friends
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And all their opinions I don´t want to know
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And I´m looking over my shoulder
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Booking away with nowhere to go
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You come over with all of your friends
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And all their opinions I don´t want to know
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And I´m looking over my shoulder
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Booking away
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Looking Over My Shoulder
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| 举府均 胶固胶 (Elliott Smith) |
