Come into this world, Oh
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With your hands tied up
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I can see your pants around your ankles and the floor
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You and I did spend that one day
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In bed counting sheep
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Maybe we could sleep it off with your best friend's pills
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I can describe what it's like to be sad if it's sharp enough
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Go into through this small hole
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With your hands tied up
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I can see you dance
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Around my bedroom through the door
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You and I did spend that time dodging sleep for weeks
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Maybe we could grind our teeth to your best friends coke
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I can't describe what it's like to be sad if it's sharp enough
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Come into this small hole
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With your pants and tie off
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I can feel you press it up
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When my hips hit the floor
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I can't describe what it's like to be sad if it's sharp enough
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You'll Never Guess Who Died
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| The Kinison |
