you put me down with a stick you got
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that safety pin grip you know me like you
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know ice on a fire dust myself off with a
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spoon you shot your darts at the moon
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and this piece didn tear too soon now
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it dust the rubber burns peeling out
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behind the wheel and youe looking for
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the holes that I don have caught on
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underneath my heel but now i moving
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on moving on from your safety pin inside
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the scoop outside the rage mothballs
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galore caught in the drain your hat on
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tight like super glue you dug the pit you
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stepped in it and now youe out with the
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prick youe going down without this ship
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Safety Pin
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Citizen King |