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my good for nothin'. My sweet hunk o' trash. My, my how you sound You're very short on looks. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Dumb, when it comes to books. Look out, baby, watch it, honey. And you stay full of
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my good for nothin'. My sweet hunk o' trash. My, my how you sound You're very short on looks. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Dumb, when it comes to books. Look out, baby, watch it, honey. And you stay full of
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Trash, won't pick it up, take them lights away. Trash, won't pick it up, don't take your life away. Trash, won't pick it up, don't try to take my knife away. And please don't you ask me if I love
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Hey! Sugar Sugar, my sweet honey pie. Baby let me tell ya about the teenage lie. Your lips will be kissed, stories will be told. Just remember 'sick sick' all that glitters is gold. . He's
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Im going to get you. (Trash). For the lies youve been telling. (Trash). And Im going to tell. (Trash). The people you call your friends. (Trash) Im going to break. (Trash). Every bone in
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Im going to get you. (Trash). For the lies youve been telling. (Trash). And Im going to tell. (Trash). The people you call your friends. (Trash) Im going to break. (Trash). Every bone in
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hot body girlfriend. I've got a wallet full of cash. You can bury my body. I'm just North London trash, trash I've got a flaming road to karma and I'll do it alone. I grew up with the TV in a broken
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guess theres a part of me that lacks sympathy oh the looks on their faces when i tell them how she passed away i don't want to talk about her someone always asks about her so i tell them all shes dead my
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thing that I can't get through my head. You said you couldn't live without me so why aren't you dead? I cut your face out of our old photographs. And all the junk you left behind's in the trash. Well
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City. Trash City, T, Trash, Trash City. Trash City Video Dreams, 21th century. Hey boys I'm a Planet Queen. Of the 21th Century. Trash City here I come, Sony 8 for a Lazer Gun. I got my finger on
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City. Trash City, T, Trash, Trash City. Trash City Video Dreams, 21th century. Hey boys I'm a Planet Queen. Of the 21th Century. Trash City here I come, Sony 8 for a Lazer Gun. I got my finger on
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Verse 1. Like the words of a song, I hear you call. Like a thief in my head, you criminal. You stole my thoughts before I dreamed them. And you killed my queen with just one pawn. Pre-Chorus. This
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In a dead end street in Tokyo. Finished my bottle all alone. Where I'll end up well. I just don't know. Another dead end in Tokyo. There's a thousand glowing street signs all in a row. And there's a
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need fertilizer now. My hands don't earn me too much gold. For security when I grow old. But we'll all be equal when we're under the grass. And God's got a Heaven for country trash And God's got a
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City. Trash City, T, Trash, Trash City. Trash City Video Dreams, 21th century. Hey boys I'm a Planet Queen. Of the 21th Century. Trash City here I come, Sony 8 for a Lazer Gun. I got my finger on
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offset -1000. Title Dead To The World. Artist Bullet For My Valentine. Album - Temper Temper (Deluxe Version). www. NhacCuaTui. com. I have died a hundred times before. Your words have ripped out
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offset -1000. Title Dead To The World. Artist Bullet For My Valentine. Album - Temper Temper (Deluxe Version). www. NhacCuaTui. com. I have died a hundred times before. Your words have ripped out
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don't know my love. If you think that romance. Id dead and gone,. That all I'm singing. Is the same old song,. That FOREVER's a word. Somebody just made up,. Then you don't know my love. Chorus. I've been
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all by myself. And you're somewhere else with someone else. And I am being haunted by a love that isn't there There is something in my house, my house. It's just a ghost of the long, long dead affair
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I'd like to see you in two pieces. You won't be walkin', barely breathin'. I'd like to see you at my door. We're together like before I could miss you more right now or I could slit your throat
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for. Dead and empty. Getting tired of feeling so lonely But I am going to change my tomorrow. I'll be on top of the world by tomorrow. Got the strength, I can do it. Not just saying, I'll prove it
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bleeding and loosing my grip. Tomorrow is a closed gate. I have been dead for so long. And no one's gonna shed a tear. I have been dead for so long. And no one seems to care. Sometimes I really hate
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I'm in. I'm not sure where I should begin. I'm falling, I'm falling. . Now I'm in over my head, with something I said. Completely misread, I'm better off dead. And now I can see, how fake you can
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, love should be. Decorated with a little bit of dirt. More or less neglected from backbone. To the heart, it was more than I expected. And I knew it from the start. . That you'd fit into my trash
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long long dead affair,. There is something in my house - my house,. I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs,. But you're not there. . I, I, iiiii I, I, iiiii, I am being haunted. . I
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long long dead affair,. There is something in my house - my house,. I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs,. But you're not there. . I, I, iiiii I, I, iiiii, I am being haunted. . I
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You've got me runnin' 'round in circles. Tied my little brothers to a railroad track. In the black of the night you sit and pant. Crammed them all together in a plastic bag. You're a night
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brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means. Provoking images delicate features so smooth. A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon Dance with the dead in my dreams. Listen to their hallowed
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'. What you cryin' about Your cash ain't nothin' but trash. Your cash ain't nothin' but trash. Your cash ain't nothin' but trash. And he took my watch and I passed out I woke up in the arms of a big cop
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living on dead end street. Dead end, don't wanna die on dead end street Dead end street, yeah. Dead end street, yeah. Dead end street, yeah. Head to my feet, yeah On a cold and frosty morning. Wipe my
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Rock is dead, rock is dead. Rock is dead, rock is dead. Talk to my friend, that's what he said. Is rock still around? No rock is dead. It's all over, rock and roll is dead. Bottle of jack, Mercury
