I got a story to tell
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Check check
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Crazy glue, make sure you get it in the cracks and crevices
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To put me back together is
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Not an easy task, but it's not like I asked you to do it
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It was your choice the whole time, you knew it
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So you're here to build me back up?
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Start with the legs and work your way up
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Used to usin' to run so please pay extra attention
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When you piece the flesh back together section-by-section
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"There'll be some slight bruising."
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Yeah, I figured that much, wow they both look great
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"Yeah but don't try to stand up, just relax."
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O.K., I can handle that,
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Thank you so much for this, how could I ever pay you back?
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Movin' on to the hips, strap 'em in place
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Wrap the skin around, find my dick, attach it at the base
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Put my balls on, yup right there
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Before it was shattered it was way bigger I swear
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Wow, this is awesome. This is... super fat, awesome
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Father, are you speakin' to me?
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Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
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She ends up breakin' me
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Put me back together, assemble my brain
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It's my worst enemy
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Look at these people stare, I tremble
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Why do they hate me?
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Get out my stomach! Wow, that feels great
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Like butterflies, this is like fate
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Or destiny that we met
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You might be the best thing that ever happened to me
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And it's a promise I won't forget
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Work up to the chest, yes, perfect
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Strap my neck on, "Here, see if you can turn it"
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Aw, it's a little stiff but nothin' to be concerned with
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You're doin' a wonderful job hunny
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"Well, you deserve it"
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Weary? Why stop now? Make sure my back's in order
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Focus on the shoulder blades 'cause they tend to get sore
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from all the punchin' and kickin' I do
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"Why do you do that?"
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'Cause hip-hop kicks my ass and I try to kick it back
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It's awesome, I can't wait for you to see it and believe it
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'Cause I know I can do it with the best of 'em
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"Well, we'll see about that"
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Aw, shit, she's just like the rest of 'em
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Aw, yeah, and when the butterflies turn into butcher knives
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Father, are you speakin' to me?
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Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
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She ends up breakin' me
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Put me back together, assemble my brain
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It's my worst enemy
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Look at these people stare, I tremble
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Why do they hate me?
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Check check
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I'ma try to disregard that last comment
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'Cause this is the most crucial part of my reinstallment
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My mind, see it's not just placin' my brain in
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My memories are scattered on the floor in the basement
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Oh, see that one? It was seventh grade her name was Meagan
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I fell in love for the first time, and I changed
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And I learned a lot at a young age
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Like how to deal with real pain
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Adults, they didn't care, my friends thought I was so lame
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"Hm, that's funny"
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Well, put it in
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"I don't know, I mean, do you really need it again?"
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They're my memories
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"Well, we'll make new ones"
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But I don't wanna lose 'em, I mean this is what made me who I am
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"But I built you and I should have a say, don't you agree?"
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No, I'm me and you're you, see?
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Two different people, not one.
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I knew it was only a matter of time before trouble begun
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and the moral of the story is (Get out, bitch)
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Aw, fuck it, Self Destruct
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Father, are you speakin' to me?
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Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
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She ends up breakin' me
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Put me back together, assemble my brain
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It's my worst enemy
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Look at these people stare, I tremble
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Why do they hate me?
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Goodbye, everybody
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Father, are you speakin' to me?
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Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
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She ends up breakin' me
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Put me back together, assemble my brain
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It's my worst enemy
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Look at these people stare, I tremble
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Why do they hate me?
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Bye, everybody
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*The Illuminati is real, and they are watching you, right now.
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They are inside of your television, your telephones. Be careful.
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They are inside your mother, and your father. Be careful.*
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Blueprint
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| Weerd Science |
