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| 2. |
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Let's play musical chairs
one of my favorite games Especially now that you and I have traded place You walk around in shoes that don't fit for a change There is no way for you to win this race Criss cross and turn your shirt inside out You like to think I can't figure you out but the tables have turned What goes around comes around you're about to get burned Flip the script you're checking in I'm checking you out You're just too sweet till you get on my nerves and hurt like cavity You left a bad taste in my mouth my Sour Patch Kid You and me it's no mystery no magic trick Let me hear this broken record again just press repeat I can be your new favorite waste of time and you'll be mine All I want is your attention it's all the same thing Are you in What's it gonna be Don't roll with the punches make it hard for me baby Drop you like a needle on the record scratch my itch Watch you walk in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record flip my switch Go around in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record scratch my itch Watch you walk in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record flip my switch Go around in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record scratch my itch Watch you walk in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record flip my switch Go around in circles hit the beat Let's play musical chairs one of my favorite games Especially now that you and I have traded place You walk around in shoes that don't fit for a change There is no way for you to win this race Criss cross and turn your shirt inside out You like to think I can't figure you out but the tables have turned What goes around comes around you're about to get burned Flip the script you're checking in I'm checking you out You're just too sweet till you get on my nerves and hurt like cavity You left a bad taste in my mouth my Sour Patch Kid You and me it's no mystery no magic trick Let me hear this broken record again just press repeat I can be your new favorite waste of time and you'll be mine All I want is your attention it's all the same thing Are you in What's it gonna be Don't roll with the punches make it hard for me baby Drop you like a needle on the record scratch my itch Watch you walk in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record flip my switch Go around in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record scratch my itch Watch you walk in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record flip my switch Go around in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record scratch my itch Watch you walk in circles hit the beat Drop you like a needle on the record flip my switch Go around in circles hit the beat |
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| 5:02 |
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| 4. |
| 5:01 |
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Bad Selection
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| 5. |
| 5:00 |
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| 6. |
| 5:52 |
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| 7. |
| 10:00 |
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| 8. |
| 7:24 |
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| 9. |
| 8:16 |
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Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy
Launch your assault now, take it easy Raise your weapon, raise your weapon One word, and it's over Ripping through like a missile, ripping through my heart Rob me of this love Raise your weapon, raise your weapon And it's over Love your ego, you won't feel a thing Always number one, the pen with a bent wrist, crooked king Sign away our peace, for your war One word, and it's over Dropping your bombs now, on all we built How does it feel now, to watch it burn, burn, burn Raise your weapon, raise your weapon And it's over Ripping through like a missile, ripping through my heart Rob me of this love Raise your weapon, raise your weapon And it's over How does it feel now, to watch it burn, burn, burn Ripping my heart was so easy, so easy Launch your assault now, take it easy Raise your weapon, raise your weapon One word, and it's over Ripping through like a missile, ripping through my heart Rob me of this love Raise your weapon, raise your weapon And it's over Love your ego, you won't feel a thing Always number one, the pen with a bent wrist, crooked king Sign away our peace, for your war One word, and it's over Dropping your bombs now, on all we built How does it feel now, to watch it burn, burn, burn Raise your weapon, raise your weapon And it's over |
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| 3:36 |
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Pump the brakes, you're a red-flag, red light
Holdin' up for stop signs. I'll never be sloppy seconds Go ahead, take them back, your one, two, three minutes All you do is take, take, takin' off the little Got More goin' on I'd rather be eating glass, Stick hot needles in my eyes, Go ahead and tap that ass Draw them up, yeah like there's candy Girl I ain't tryin'a connect or paint a picture I'm not in it, never will be You can't be me, get your freak on, You can suck it, they've all seen it And you liked it, now who wants it? Cotton candy sugar high Break your bones when you come down You're a one trick, my trick pony who's next to hop on Ride, ride, ride... Bout to bring a blood spill We've both been there, what's the next stop? I won't sit still Back to bring up what's real We've both been there, what's the next stop? I won't sit still |
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| 6:06 |
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