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Faith No More - Midlife Crisis Faith No More - Midlife Crisis |
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EmiGo on and wring my Gneck
Like when a rag gets Hmiwet
A little Adiscipline
For my pet genius
EmiMy head is like letGtuce
Go on, dig your thumbs Hmiin
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something
EmiSense of security
GLike pockets jingling
HmiMidlife Acrisis
EmiSuck ingenuity
GDown through the family Htree
®: EYou're perfect, yes, it's true D
But Awithout Emime you're only Dyou A (you're only you)
Your Emenstruating heart D
AIt ain't Ebleedin' enough for two
EmiIt's a GmidHmilife crisis A
EmiIt's a GmidHmilife crisis
What an inheritance
The salt and the Kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
®:
EIt's a midGlife crisis... H
EIt's a midGlife crisis... H
®: /:Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
Go on and wring my neck
Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
bleedin' enough for two
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Faith No More:
Faith No More:
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