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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBellyache
MindMindSittin' all aloneMouth full of gumIn the drivewayMy friends aren't farIn the back of my carLay their bodiesWhere's my mind?Where's my mind?They'll be here pretty soonLookin' through my roomFor the moneyI'm bitin' my nailsI'm too young to go to jailIt's kinda funnyWhere's my mind?Where's my mind?Where's my mind?Where's my mind?Maybe it's in the gutterWhere I left my loverWhat an expensive fakeMy V is for VendettaThought that I'd feel betterBut now I got a bellyache(Mind)Everything I doThe way I wear my nooseLike a necklaceI wanna make 'em scaredLike I could be anywhereLike I'm recklessI lost my mindI don't mindWhere's my mind?Where's my mind?Maybe it's in the gutterWhere I left my loverWhat an expensive fakeMy V is for VendettaThought that I'd feel betterBut now I got a bellyache(Bellyache, bellyache, bellyache, bellyacheBellyache, bellyache)Maybe it's in the gutterWhere I left my loverWhat an expensive fakeMy V is for VendettaThought that I'd feel betterBut now I got a bellyache
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