Ungrateful little motherfuck, boredom tuck
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Beat you up with bedrooms of ice
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I see you've got another one almost done
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Bet you think that you wished twice
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I see you standing over there, underwear
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The milk is gonna bring you a fight
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Ungrateful little motherfuck, built you up
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A brand new breakthrough device
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Heard about your almost-kin touching skin
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And leaving bitches out of the book
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I thought that all the should've beens
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Might've hid beneath all that they took
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Never said I was the man who held the tan
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And breathed while we violently shook
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Ungrateful little motherfuck, boredom tuck
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Up all that we could
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But buildings have another tease, try to please
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Leaving all the press pulled apart
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Oh, I feel you like an evil wind, sucka twin
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Dying for the "never" of stop
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What, you gonna seal this with all that's missed?
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Oh, I think you're pulling my heart
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Ungrateful little motherfuck, horror tucked up
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What you never have thought
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If I see you with a cracked up kid who never wins,
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Dying for the little you've got
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If I see you with a cracked up kid, double kick
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Down to the floor of the rot
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Ungrateful Little Father
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| Broken Social Scene |
