i like becky's amplifier,
love to hear her sing
know
Going down just to get my fill in Hell
Going down
i'm on fire for you otnight
and everything is sweet and
white skin laid to rest
still pretend that i know best
feed
i find a hatchet
i can't move the axe, oh
i tear
call it a day, nothing to say
maybe it's easy that
Oye, los pobres
Hay plata
Dinero
Oye, la gente
Que trabajando
Escondibos vivir
O
i leave it all to you
part and parcel, with your
it's all around it's all you conceal
it's all around
it's all
don't invite me in
but i swear to god i knew
she's a sweet piece
she's got suckers for eyes
she's a queen
i searched the ocean for a girl like you
climbed a
and insulin and television fill my head, yeah
i'm not so
i know you got a great big hammer
i know you
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