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allergic to your face
01:57
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i was looking at bobby i was looking at sue
feeling pretty good till i started looking at you
ain't no prescription for what i got
i'm feeling cold but i'm also hot
i'm allergic to your face
don't care for needles i don't favor pills
ain't nothing to do but go to get over my ills
why do you call me you know i'm not here
i'm allergic to your face
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i'g give everything you have to give if it'd get me what i wanted a fugitive from the live i long to live like i got a clue what that is
young dumb bored & redundant i can spew more crap than any fundament mark time as a hand-me-down wannabe that's the way that's the way it's got to be
why do i let everybody piss me off i don't know maybe it's 'cause they're all such jerkoffs
young dumb bored & redundant i can spew more crap than any fundament mark time as a hand-me-down wannabe that's the way that's the way it's got to be
na na na na young dumb bored & redundant hey hey look at me i come from nothing and i'm proud to be
na na na na young dumb bored & redundant
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don't wanna talk
01:33
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