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It's Gonna Kill Me
This girl's trying to kill me
This girl's trying to kill me
She's my favorite piece of plastic held to my ear
Where do I go?
I don't know
Where to play?
I don't know
What do I say?
Whatever you say
Yeah, it's gonna kill me
Yeah, it's gonna kill me
This girl's got a grip- where's mine?
I spent the night walking home
Spent the last night dreaming
I, spent the last night screaming
What do you mean?
I don't know
Where do you stay?
I don't know
What do you mean?
I don't know
Where do you go?
I don't know
Yeah, it's gonna kill me
Yeah, it's gonna kill me
Yeah, it's gonna kill me
Yeah, it's gonna kill me
Yeah, it's gonna kill me
Yeah, it's gonna kill me