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Start up the car, Bury your memories, Call on your lovers Speaking slow and heavy. Call up your boyfriends from out by the ocean, While I get my last rights read by a thief, While I get my last rights read by a thief. And you look so holy standing in the water, From all my pictures I worshiped before you, My baby just can't know good, My baby just, she ain't no good. From Letras Mania