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Sixteen lyrics
Sweep the dirt under your rug, you're on your drug
And then it hits me
It's paregoric in my head, I'm all doped-up
And just a baby
Doing just fine
You're making up your mind at sixteen
I'm all grown up and what I know
It isn't from your mouth
And now I'm confused 'cuz you don't talk
Or wonder what I think
I'm standing here and still I cannot hear you
My passion's locked inside me, divulging your imperative
For during, though it's easy, a hundred years of therapy
Thanks, thanks anyway, I'll soon be leaving
[Incomprehensible]
Part of these releases
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- Track 11 on Bubble and Scrape
- 10 Emma Get Wild
- 12 Homemade
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- Track 11 on Bubble & Scrape
- 10 Emma Get Wild
- 12 Homemade
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- Track 2 on Beauty of the Ride
- 1 Beauty Of The Ride
- 3 Riding
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- Track 1 on Harmacy (limited EP)
- 2 Riding
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