He bottles up problems
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Because nothing's gonna solve them now
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(Just kill the sound..)
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Then she and all her girlfriends
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They go out dressed in purple satin
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Choking back the fashions
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Hoping shit will happen
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Here right now
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(make up your mind, stop wasting time)
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Will tell... dare you do I?
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Fuck that!!!
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First he tells you one thing,
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Even when his eyes say
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"I'm sorry.. (I'm slipping once again)"
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I hate to say I told you
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I hate to say I told you anything at all...
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You never listen anyways
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You don't know what I am capable of
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Keep this knife by my side, until I die
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You don't know what I am capable of
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This is how Hollywood kills revolutions
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And this is where the shit has to stop
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Breeding a counter-culture of traitors and whores
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Nurturing their greed because money means more
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This city is a disease spreading and sucking life
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From almost every pure thing
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Cocaine and drinks is how they are raised
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And fucking their way to the party from which they came
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Just like Mommy and Daddy did.
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Aren't they the reason you're a mistake, kid?
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I'm alright on my own
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With you on the other side of the world
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So I guess that you see
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As plain as I can be
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The initials 'LA' aren't in my vocabulary
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Walk Of Fame
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