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Brazil 
My mommy likes to sing along with me.
But she won't sing this song.
If she reads all the lyrics.
She'll pity the men I know.
white shirt, now red my bloody nose
sleepin', you're on your tippy toes
creepin', around like no one knows
thinkin', you're so criminal.
bruises, on both my knees for you
don't say, thank you or please
i do what i want, when I'm wanting to
my soul? so cynical.
i ' m t h e b a d g u y .
d u h .
i l i k e i t , w h e n y o u t a k e c o n t r o l .
e v e n , i f y o u k n o w t h a t y o u d o n ' t .
o w n m e , i ' l l l e t y o u p l a y t h e r o l e .
i ' l l b e, y o u r a n i m a l .
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Never Rolled L