Geeks do not have pedigrees
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Or perfect punk-rock resumes
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Or anorexic magazines
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It smells like girl, it smells like girl
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She walks over me
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She walks over me
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Hold you close like we both died
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My ever pressing suicide
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My stupid fuck, my blushing bride
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Oh, tear my heart out, tear my heart out
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She walks over me
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She walks over me
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I shut my mouth with you for a rag
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I use the rest of you for a gag
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I shut my mouth with you for a gag
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I use the rest of you
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Kitty, Kitty
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Please come here
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Don't, Don't you touch me, don't you dare
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We look the same, we talk the same, we are the same, we are the same
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She walks over me
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She walks over me
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I shut my mouth with you for a rag
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I use the rest of you for a gag
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I shut my mouth with you for a rag
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I use the rest of you
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Nothing seems to walk the same
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Nothing seems to talk the same
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You never know what you will get
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You never know what you'll forget
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She walks over me
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She walks over me
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She Walks On Me
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| Hole |
