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All this time I should have known
One of these days you´d follow me home
Mess up my room and proceed to tempt me
And no matter how good I am you learn to resent me
Stop, drop and roll
Stop, drop and roll
Stop, drop and roll
You´re on fire
I´m stingy with words
All binge, no purge
You put the broke in broken hearted
You put the art in retarted