| There’s no entry for the foreigners
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| I’m your native girl with my
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| Tail between my bleeding ass
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| And I’m off to the gates of heaven
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| I’ve been fakin' my drunken stupor
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| And my absence from your real world
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| I’m just better than prostrating bitches
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| Who make believe they’re misunderstood
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| Cause I’ve been here before
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| And nothing’s new anymore
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| Pass me to sainthood
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| Discount, pass me to sainthood
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| I’m wanna storm through that door
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| Fresh off of this killing floor
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| Won’t you pass me to sainthood?
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| Discount, pass me to sainthood
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| Pass me to sainthood
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| Pass me to sainthood
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| Where’s my pass?
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| Where’s my pass?
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| I’m takin' a dump in your holy waters
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| Straight down to your sunken chest
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| Where you hold hostage moron amputees
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| Who’ve paid you for your second best
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| Am I a troll? |
| Am I a monkey?
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| Who’s got aspirations to be an alpha man
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| Well this Hindu gets the last laugh
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| So don’t hold your breath while I choke and gag
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| Cause I’ve been here before
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| And nothing’s new anymore
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| Pass me to sainthood
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| Discount, pass me to sainthood
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| I’m wanna storm through that door
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| Fresh off of this killing floor
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| Won’t you pass me to sainthood?
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| Discount, pass me to sainthood
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| Pass me to sainthood
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| Pass me to sainthood
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| Where’s my pass?
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| Where’s my pass?
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| Where’s my pass?
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| Where’s my pass?
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| Oh baby, once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, wow
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| Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, wow
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| Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo
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| Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo
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| Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo
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| Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo
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| Once you like what you’re like, you can’t stop, woo |