Yeaha˘ĉ| hope you have a lonely life
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Yeaha˘ĉ| hope you have a lonely life
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A high heel stumble home from the gala with your gurney bag clutched to your chest
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Hangin' on the arm of the guy who sewed you into your new dress
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Oooha˘ĉ| It's a tragedy, so completely, it's almost Greek
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And if I was to be hard-pressed, I'd lie and say I could not care less
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Yeaha˘ĉ| hope you have a lonely life
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Yeaha˘ĉ| hope you have a lonely life, a lonely life
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One red carpet bleeds into another, you're stained and it won't rub off
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Lining up to get under your covers
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The boys with white belts, snouts for the trough
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Oooha˘ĉ| It's a tragedy, so completely, I'm barely me
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And if I was to be hard-pressed, I'd lie and say I am not obsessed
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Yeaha˘ĉ| hope you have a lonely life, a lonely life.
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Sha!
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White Belt Boys
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| Local H |
