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(Woooooooo)
I'll be the one to show you the way
You'll be the one to always complain
3 in the morning come a bang bang bang
All out of fags and I just can't wait
Cancel the thing that I said I'd do
I don't feel comfortable talking to you
Unless you got the zipper fixed on my shoe
Then I'll be in the lobby drinking for two
Eigh-teen
Bald-ing
Star
Gol-den
Falling
Hard
Look at the shakies
what's with the blush?
fresh off the plane in my fuzzy rush
Everyone's gathered to idolize me
I hate the way you talk, your japanese scream
It's been too long since i've left the shed
You kick the bucket, I'll swing my legs
Always remember the pact that we made
Too young to die, but old is the grave
Eigh-teen
Bald-ing
Star
Gol-den
Falling
Hard
I'ma gonna show the way,
I'ma gonna show the way,
I'ma gonna show the way,
I'ma gonna show the way,
Eigh-teen
Bald-ing
Star
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