| Well, can you take these threads out my mouth?
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| I’m sick of spitting them on the ground
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| Well, can you please just shut your mouth?
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| I’m sick of hearing your sound
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| I’m sick of hearing your sound
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| I got your ashtray honey, to try to keep
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| You from stubbing your smokes out on me
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| Lucky for me, that you’re so cheap
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| I got your ashtray honey, so you could see
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| That you can be a bitch
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| And you can take it too far
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| You’ve got your hand on my mouth
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| Well, I guess that’s a start
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| And I’m seeing these empty spaces, empty faces
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| Say this is a waste of my time
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| I got your ashtray honey, to try to keep
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| You from stubbing your smokes out on me
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| Lucky for me, that you’re so cheap
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| I got your ashtray honey, so you could see
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| This is the writing of
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| All the thoughts in your head
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| She’s got her high beams on
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| So maybe you should clear your bed
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| I got your ashtray honey, to try to keep
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| You from stubbing your smokes out on me
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| Lucky for me that you’re so cheap
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| You’re so cheap, you’re so cheap
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| Oh, ain’t that lucky for me?
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| I got your ashtray honey, to try to keep
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| You from stubbing your smokes out on me
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| Lucky for me, that you’re so cheap
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| I got your ashtray honey, so you could see
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| Lucky for me, that you’re so cheap
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| I’ve got your ashtray honey, so you could see |