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I don’t want to make you sad
It wouldn’t be all that nice
But you’ve hurt me now
Not once but twice
I don’t want to make you sad
Maybe I want to make you sad
Maybe I want to turn the screws a bit
And give you some of those blues a bit
I don’t want to make you sad
Just stop telling me that
I need to be on my own some
‘Cos I’ve been here before and I was lonesome
Do you want to make me sad?
I don’t want to make you mad
But every word just makes it worse
And every word in the first verse
Is gonna make you mad
If you cared enough about me
And, girl, you just might one of these days
And if you do, you will count these ways
All the ways you made me sad
I don’t want to make you mad
I don’t want to make you sad
I don’t want to be a sad sack
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1996
02:57
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It was ‘96
We had that ill shit
Kim was little but oh so big
We went to Joe & John
The pizzeria on Main Street
Where you’d drag your cig
We didn’t tell no one about it
We didn’t yell nothing about it
Because we all knew where to meet
Word was out on the street
It was ‘96
We took those real pics
And dropped them off at the mini mall
We’d spin the bottle fast
And make them kisses last
Lips tasted of alcohol
We didn’t tell no one about it
We didn’t yell nothing about it
Because we all knew where to meet
Word was out on the street
Let’s slow it down a bit
I’m down a bit
Thinking all about CD shops
We’d bash guitars a lot
And made a riot at house parties
They’d call the cops on us
But we all knew where to meet
Word was out on the street
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Wedding Rings
01:45
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He can build a wall
But it won't mean a thing
If we marry every immigrant
Give them all a ring
Heck, if Melania can do it
Then, shit, so we can we
For her it's about money
For us it's being free
And taking back our land
From Hitler's little hack
And all his little children
Who've always cut the slack
Won't tell us what to do
With their shit eating smiles
Let's all meet in Vegas
And dance down the aisles
For that sacred bond of marriage
Will unleash its commands
They can pry the green cards
From our cold dead hands
So build that wall
Build it all the way to hell
We'll be happy on our honeymoons
In a crappy Trump hotel
Whose contractors were never paid
For the bricks that they had laid
So their houses were foreclosed
When the mortgages came due
And that piece of shit
Got up and split
To his tower on fifth avenue
Oh, Donnie you’re the picture of Dorian Gray
A living portrait of moral decay
So build that wall but it won’t mean a thing
We're gonna scale that fucker
By linking wedding rings
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