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They Fuck You Over'Winners' never touch skinsThey know how to eat like bulldogs They fuck you over Blank is the word they wake up to In the morning when they're empty Laying next to lies They fuck you over, they fucked us over Those sharks have done it again Three days in every born ten I try to manage this game By doing the worst that I can The eyes they show are full of green Silly little lips mime the words that move They fuck you over I'd rather be a loser Than live in the mind if a tainted nail Come fuck me over! |