fever marlene - civil war lyrics
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we don’t need a gentleman to tell us that we’re doing fine. we’d rather sleep than go to school. we’ll tell you how we really feel.
lemon flavor on your tongue. i’m a coward soldier and your a beating drum. sell your kids and eat your lung cold.
we don’t need your stupid luck. cause we don’t really give a f-ck. we’d rather sit and look at you. looking good and acting cool.
lemon flavor on your tongue. i’m a coward soldier and your a beating drum. sell your kids and eat your lung cold.
i’ve got a cigarette. a bottle with a little left. i bet you wouldn’t give me your time. i bet you tell a lot of lies.
lemon flavor on your tongue. i’m a coward soldier and your a beating drum. sell your kids and eat your lung cold
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