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Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You gotta let him go
(People say, people say
Run away, run away)
Gilly thinks that he's a dj
Makes me want to slit my wrist
Breaking mirrors on the subway
No one dances to his hits
Glitter whippits on the freeway
Mamas and papas shitting bricks, yeah....
Give your boy a little leeway
No one dances to his playlist
Yeah, you gotta let him go.
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You gotta let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie, the deck is stacked
You gotta hit your boyfriend back
You gotta hit him back
(People say, people say
Run away, run away)
God bless the doomsday scrollers
Thank you for doing all the work, ooh...
God damn the holy rollers
Making the matters worse
Fourth of july and it's snowing.
(Oh yeah)
Where do you think that you're going?
(Oh yeah)
Yeah, I'll never let you go.
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You gotta let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie, the deck is stacked
You gotta hit your boyfriend back
You gotta hit him back
(People say, people say
Run away, run away)
(People say, people say
Run away, run away)
Maggie, don't you know?
He's got a real fuse about to blow
You gotta let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie, the deck is stacked
You gotta hit your boyfriend back
You gotta hit him back
(People say, people say)
Maggie
Maggie
Let him go
(People say, people say)
Maggie
Maggie
Hit him back
(People say, people say
Run away, run away.
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 Something About Maggie
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