Before you jump down my throat I'd like to present you with Something I call personality Word travels fast when you're on the road I'd like to think what I have is real
Sort this out on your own time You ought to sort this out on your own time
Before you jump to conclusions About all the friends I have Just remember they were born that way Word travels fast when her name's involved I'd like to think what I have is real
Sort this out on your own time Go on and sort this out on your own time
No matter how happy you are You'll always want more No matter how stupid I get You'll always want more
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