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He thinks with his dick, you think with your heart
He tells you that you're gonna be a star
It's bitter, pass the fever on
The boys, they say the magic's all gone
He's loaded at the bar and herds the boys like sheep (you're gonna be the next big thing)
He goes to war, don't let him near someone like me
I face the wind, it sounds like God
There's somethin' that just feels so wrong
No skin to wear, no face to put on
The girls, they say the magic's all gone
He's loaded at the bar and herds the boys like sheep (you're gonna be the next big thing)
He goes to war, don't let him near someone like me
I detach the ground beneath
And the gravel's on my teeth
And my God can't give the help
Could you pass the fever to somebody else?
We used to run this city in a span of weeks (stop)
Those boys, they spiked my drink (stop, tell him to stop)
Our secret's safe with me (stay back)
He's loaded at the bar and herds the boys like sheep (you're gonna be the next big thing)
He goes to war, don't let him near someone like me (stay away)
He thinks with his dick, you think with your heart
He tells you that you're gonna be a star
It's bitter, pass the fever on
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