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作词 : Brett |
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作曲 : Brett |
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Sabotage sabotage |
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It’s a mirage |
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Smoke a little grass in your cousin’s garage |
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Sabotage sabotage |
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It’s a facade |
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Ripping shitty solos on electric guitar |
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Play another hopeless opus |
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Let the world go out of focus |
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Summer’s dead it feels so tragic |
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Graduate below the average |
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Drinking all your parents absinthe |
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Highly motivated slackers |
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I can’t decide to give a **** or not (yeah) |
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Copascetic soaked in magic |
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On your bed we’re stoned as statues |
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Sabotage sabotage |
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It’s so bizarre |
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Making vapor trails with cigarettes in the dark |
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Sabotage sabotage |
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The future is ours |
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We can live forever do whatever we want |
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Play another hopeless opus |
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Let the world go out of focus |
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Summer’s dead it feels so tragic |
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Graduate below the average |
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Drinking all your parents absinthe |
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Highly motivated slackers |
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I can’t decide to give a **** or not (yeah) |
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Copascetic soaked in magic |
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On your bed we’re stoned |
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Burn another book of matches |
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Build a mountain out of ashes |
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Start to sink into the matress |
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Spinning mellon collie and the infinite sadness |
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Summer’s dead it feels so tragic |
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Graduate below the average |
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Drinking all your parents absinthe |
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Highly motivated slackers |
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I can’t decide to give a **** or not (yeah) |
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Copascetic soaked in magic |
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On your bed we’re stoned as statues |