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Fifteen songs, fifteen shows
Fifteen pigs sucking at your tit
How does it feel to live here?
Fifteen notes, fifteen notes
Fifteen dogs chewing on your throat
How does it feel to come home?
I wish you had a home
You’ve got nothing I want but have something I need
You’ve got the elegant ability to breathe
Traffic report, fifteen dead
A head-on collision, at least that what I though I read
We’re the kids in America!
Fifteen days, you’re back on track
With fifteen ounces cut out of your fucking back
How does it feel to be you?
I do not envy you, dude
You’ve got nothing I like but you got something I love
You got the charm and the skills to rise above
You know how to be loved
And you’re as clean as a broke dick dog
I don’t want to be like you
But I’m still rooting for you
I’d hate to be like you
But in still rooting for you
You’ve got nothing i hate but got something i loathe
You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes
They will tell you where to go
They’ll tell you who to know
And then they will tell you to stop
And you’ll stop
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