I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead & bloated I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead & bloated Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' I am trampled under sole of another man's shoes Guess I walked too softly Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run Ohh yeah, and she says it's natural I feel I've come of age When she peeks I start to run You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' You can't swallow what I'm thinkin' I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead & bloated I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I run through the world thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me, somebody gave me, somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed
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