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Red Hot Chili Peppers, "Otherside"
Misheard Lyrics:
How low, how low, will I sly
Simple, rate my side
I don't know
I don't believe it's fair
Slipping my throated soul I ever
Centuries of what it's meant to be
A cemetery where I married a tree
Strange I think I never change my mind
(later) Pour my lock into a paper cup
The ash is fooled and I'm spilling my guts
She's one to know I'm a silly slut
A candidate for a so late bed
Push the trigger and I pull Ted
Wear me and leave me on the other side
A yellow teller and it's not my friend
I tear a Donna, tear a Donna, then it's born again.
Simple, rate my side
I don't know
I don't believe it's fair
Slipping my throated soul I ever
Centuries of what it's meant to be
A cemetery where I married a tree
Strange I think I never change my mind
(later) Pour my lock into a paper cup
The ash is fooled and I'm spilling my guts
She's one to know I'm a silly slut
A candidate for a so late bed
Push the trigger and I pull Ted
Wear me and leave me on the other side
A yellow teller and it's not my friend
I tear a Donna, tear a Donna, then it's born again.
Original Lyrics:
How long, how long, will I slide
Separate my side
I don't
I don't believe it's bad
Slitting my throat, it's all I ever
Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I married the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
(later) Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray's full and I'm spilling my guts
She want to know, am I still a slut
A candidate for a soulmate bled
Push the trigger and I pull the thread
Wear me out, leave me on the other side
I yell and tell it that it's not my friend
I tear it down, I tear it down, and then it's born again.
Separate my side
I don't
I don't believe it's bad
Slitting my throat, it's all I ever
Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I married the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
(later) Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray's full and I'm spilling my guts
She want to know, am I still a slut
A candidate for a soulmate bled
Push the trigger and I pull the thread
Wear me out, leave me on the other side
I yell and tell it that it's not my friend
I tear it down, I tear it down, and then it's born again.
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