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Texty: Guano Apes. Live. Wash It Down.

Imagine all the words we're spitting
Would be killing inside
Being trapped in a jungle
Be cool don't fight

There are no enemies no justice
But now you need revenge
Everytime I show my faces
To earn your respect

I'm an absolute beginner
(She's an absolute beginner)
But I can't doin' it
(She can't doin' it)

I wash it you kick it
And spoil it with dirt
Nevermind I've got two faces
And one of it hurts

What a dirty shirt
What a dirty shirt
What a dirty shirt

What a dirty shirt
What a dirty shirt
What a dirty shirt
Wash it down

And when you roam with the storm
I'm coming your way
No one can stop me
It's the upcoming day

Which shows you the truth
And then your life gets confused
You might wash a white shirt
Without my lust

I'm an absolute sinner
(She's an absolute sinner)
And I need to commit
(She needs to commit)

I wash it you kick it
And spoil it with dirt
Nevermind I've got two faces
And one of it hurts

What a dirty shirt
What a dirty shirt
What a dirty shirt

What a dirty shirt
What a dirty shirt
What a dirty shirt
Wash it down

Wash it down
Wash it down
Wash it down
My dirty shirt

Wash it down
Wash it down
Wash it down
My dirty shirt

Hey wash it
Hey wash it
Hey wash it
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