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Kilroy was here. He cashed a check and checked out.
His asphyxiation was such a mess when he was found. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath. I wish you were here to tell everyone I got your car. In all this doom was the guilt in satire. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath. Falling off the world is the last thing I would do. I'd do the same if I was you. You used to be so cruel. It's the last thing that you'll do. ... I'm selling you (Kilroy) what you sold me. (Was Here) Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you (Kilroy) I'm selling you. (Was Here) I’m selling you (Kilroy) I’m selling you. (Was Here) |
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Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
my friends all drive porches I must make amends worked hard all my lifetime no help from my friends so oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz oh lord, won't you buy me a color T.V. dialing for dollars is trying to find me I wait for delivery each day until three oh lord, won't you buy me a color T.V. lord won't you buy me a night on the town I'm counting on you lord please don't let me down prove that you love me and buy the next round oh lord, won't you buy me a night on the town ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LITTLE, JOE N III / LEVERT, GERALD <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you.
Superstar, no one loves you like you do. If you’re going to die, I’ll kill you. A silver glitter sword, heavy metal boots. Dropping out of style like celebrity, Mind your vanity. Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do. Coming up for air with a cigarette. Cold sweat, the shakes, and vodka sex. Warming up to people you that used to hate. Work your poverty. Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. ... Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. |
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