| You’re a bullfrog
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| Your sweet talk, it echoes
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| Can’t say I’m ever gonna let go
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| Your spine is hollow as your ego
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| I hope you go wherever I don’t
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| Never thought to see through all the smoke and steam
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| 'Cause there’s nothing underneath
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| Swimming your reasons through fair-weather seasons
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| And I hope you find just what you need
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| In gaps you’ll force yourself between
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| You’re a bullfrog
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| Your sweet talk, it echoes
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| Can’t say I’m ever gonna let go
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| Your spine is hollow as your ego
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| I hope you go wherever I don’t
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| You couldn’t hang around
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| So glad that you walked out
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| That bitter taste makes an ugly face
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| Old friend, which I could renew the subtle
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| Waste of all the breath that caused this bullshit stress
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| Take all the distance you were reaching for
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| Bury the weight as you refuse to keep holding on and on and on and on
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| I hope you find just what you need
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| You’re a bullfrog
|
| Your sweet talk, it echoes
|
| Can’t say I’m ever gonna let go
|
| Your spine is hollow as your ego
|
| I hope you go wherever I don’t
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| You couldn’t hang around
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| So glad that you walked out
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| That bitter taste makes an ugly face
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| I wouldn’t run your mouth
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| Nobody likes the sound of time you waste
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| It’s written on your face
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| Just spit it out
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| Of quiet corners from a bitter mouth
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| Cold as the sun
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| You just love to quit before it’s done
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| Just spit it out
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| Of quiet corners from a bitter mouth
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| Cold as the sun
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| You just love to quit before it’s done
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| You’re a bullfrog
|
| Your sweet talk, it echoes
|
| Can’t say I’m ever gonna let go
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| Your spine is hollow as your ego
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| I hope you go wherever I don’t
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| You couldn’t hang around
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| You couldn’t hang around |