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stalker's my whole style and if i get caught i'll deny deny deny today you're 25 i made you something fine it's in the palm of my new hand it's out you're mostly what i think about and i'm proud i've been coasting on this singles route but i still hear your name in wedding bells will i look better or will i look the same rotting in hell you're the only proper noun i need hurry my copper crown's gone green pull me, pull me on out of this tree i'm stuck up a branch waiting clearly caught between two things unclear to me are you a female young messiah for stowaways in dugouts Letras de cancionesand are you what church folk mean by the good news pulling plastic bags off heads or are you giving me a dirty look in the rear view clicking the button on your u-ha pen don't pretend you didn't see me coming round the bend on my fixi with the chopped corns turned in trailing behind your biodiesal bends stalker's my whole style and if i get caught i'll deny deny deny 25 carved with a butter knife on the palm of my new hand it's out you're mostly what i think about From Letras Mania