Shoes are cool...Do you like shoes?
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I like this song...V
Some people get bit from the inside,
When they talk it's cold and sour.
And no, there's nothing they can do now.
They've had their way too many times.
If you glare to get what you want,
It'll become your look.
If there's dirt you've got on someone,
You'll let it loose without a thought.
Just let the poison spill,
Spurt from your throat,
Hiss like steam,
Because the pressure is unreal.
I'm not saying that it's not.
You're causing a scene.
You're wearing out that note.
You scream until it's gone.
You scream until it's gone, gone, gone.
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