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incompetent but game, too much name to drop her mother was a mugger, father was a cop and we don't know - we don't know how we don't know how to make ourselves stop we crush the warning labels we find we are unable to spot the differences between all of these different people but.. when did it get so crowded? what can you do about it? you think you're speaking but as for me i have my doubts me i have my doubts me i have my doubts me i have my doubts me i have my doubts i have my doubts i have my doubts me i have my doubts huddled in the bleachers selling beer and bonus features as her mother reminisces sucking bullets, blowing kisses in five minutes, she'll surrender when her husband apprehends her Letras de canciones on a table, in a chair with no clue how we got there and no idea what to think eyes will roll and heads will blink but when they fall on us we know that in five minutes we just gotta go, we just gotta go we jsut gotta go, we just gotta go i just gotta go, i just gotta go i just gotta go, we just gotta - before they skin us alive, before they skin me alive before they skin it alive, before they skin us alive From Letras Mania