Needs Duct Tape Songtext
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The need for stitches means nothing to me
Suck it up, tape it shut, don't you
cry over a little cut
A fistful of quarters and a knife to the leg
This ain't
no death letter so stop crying the blues
At the end of the day it needs duct
tape
Suck it up, tape it shut, don't you
cry over a little cut
A fistful of quarters and a knife to the leg
This ain't
no death letter so stop crying the blues
At the end of the day it needs duct
tape
Cry for sympathy, I handed you salt
This whole thing was your fault
I
drank the milk my teeth were sitting in
I'll get used to the pain that's
lingering
This whole thing was your fault
I
drank the milk my teeth were sitting in
I'll get used to the pain that's
lingering
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