Текст песни Kills, The — Fried My Little Brains

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Got six troubles
On my back
Like six little milk teeth
All gone bad
Won't move over
Won't get gone
Won't move over

Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains

Only got ten minutes
Better get me good
Pull out my little milk teeth
Pull good
Won't move over
Won't get gone
Won't move over

Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains

Won't move over
Won't get gone
Won't move over
Won't get gone
Won't move over
Won't get gone
Won't move over

Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains

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