You sing about the straight-edge
Why do you think you're a
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd
Think I'm joking about your smoking
Think it's fair to steal
Johnny was a good boy
But got messed up by the
Something deed
Inside of me
Something you will never see
But I believe
That
I know all your secrets
But I didn't let you know
Could
I want to know, what do you believe
I want to
I got no illusions
I make no excuses
I mean what I
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