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Artists:
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6,825
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Albums:
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34,379
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Lyrics:
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288,632
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Song Views:
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43,940,701
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Reviews:
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10,300
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Comments:
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155,539
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Total Users:
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20,076
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Online Users:
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131
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Additional Info
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Song Rating:
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8.3
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Song ID:
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237641
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You would make the prettiest of brides
(Oh baby, I got you workin'
Got you workin' from the nine to five)
You would make the prettiest rape victim
(Oh baby, I got you workin'
Got you workin' from the nine to five)
God damn, I hope I overdose
Your mouth is open and better suits a bottle opener
Than to talk my pathetic fucking ears off
I'd jab an ice pick in my eardrums
If I could someday regain my hearing
I envision (more, more, more)
Snapping your neck (more, more, more)
Tilt back your head and fucking take it
Milligram count: You’ve gone to far
Diagnosis: Finally gone
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