الكلمات الأصلية
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With both eyes closed
I blew out his window
A cheap shot i know but
But someone had to do it
It isn't like ,he deserves it
That's easy for you to say
He's not your kind
He's not your type
Just looking to desires
On my side of town
Get out our knives and
Go for a long drive
I'm nothing special
A yard sale collectable
For a table
Gather dust like the rest of us
We left out to rise
So tell me you not can be magnetic
Lightning will strike
And some of us will get it
And now that i'm so sure
... disposal share out the table
Gather dust like the rest of us
We left out to rise
