WTC #7

Everything was going fine
I thought that you were mine
And then I read your e-mail
I read between the lines
Feelin' paranoid
I heard you got another boy
Are you pulling me down cos the facts don’t compound
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Tinted windows on your van
Now you got that spray-on tan
What will I find when I go through your purse
Steven Sharley’s numbers or something worse
Got me hidin' under my bed
I got aluminum foil around my head
I read it on a blog I found
Said I’m goin' down
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I don’t wanna go down
For no good reason
Baby don’t you pull me down
For no good reason
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Don’t wanna go down
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World Trade Center Number Seven
Don’t wanna go down
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Woooah