She feels life's a dog
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She feels life's a dog
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She feels life's a dog
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On fire
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We don't believe in a Hurley Burley
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Who stays out late and he wakes up early
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Clothes off his neck, bad thoughts in his head
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He take off his shoes and his feet are so bad
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We don't believe in a God of mercy
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They only got [?] to give them cancer
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Get the fireworks out, grab a gun in his mouth
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He burns brighter and brighter ('side her)
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Give 'em what ya got, the undertow
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Give me what ya got, don't blow your load
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Give 'em what ya got
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Who cares what they say? (Your way)
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Give 'em what ya got, the undertow
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Give me what ya got, don't blow your load
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Give 'em what ya got
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Who cares what they say? (Your way)
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We don't believe in the mother or father
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But it runs in the bloodline, that's the source of the problem
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He saws off his arms, he lops off his legs
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His brain's in the gutter, but he's still got his head
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Improperly programmed [?], to sell his loadware [?]
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Part of the butt is improperly pushed in
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He's all the rage, he's a tectonic plate
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He burns tighter inside her
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This ain't no love song
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This ain't no love song
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This ain't no love song
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This ain't no love song
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She feels life's a dog
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She feels life's a dog
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She feels life's a dog
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On fire
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Hurley / Burley
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