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Butch Walker Left Of Self Centered

cleaning out the manic, panic, hair dye trays And I can always bet, she'll ask me if we've met If there's one thing I can say Every time that she walks

So you had a lot of friends, big black Benz Rockin' like Dokken till the party ends Pink champagne can't complain Everyone's there for you Messed up

All alone in your dirty chair Washin' all your dirty hair And you're wonderin' how long Till they come for you Watch the lines form on your face And

So you grew up in a town where everybody's all the same Like a city full of zombies going by the same name Saying, "Eat this", "Wear that" think ya know

Can you please remind me how you feel? This emptiness is real, I can't bear the thought of it And please remind me how to smile, I lost track after awhile

Partied at a house 'til four Came out from a closet door Makeup all over my face We just do what people do How was I to know that you Were gonna turn

, hair dye trays, and I can always bet, she'll ask me if we've met. If there's one thing I can say, [one thing I can say] every time that she walks

So you had a lot of friends, big black Benz, Rockin' like "Dokken" til the party ends. Pink champagne, can't complain, everyone's there for you. Messed

Little Jewish princess, never recognized. Replaced the Star of David for the ones in your eyes. So you popped a vicodine and ran away from everyone,