The Crystal Method - Jaded Lyrics
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Jaded
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What Are The Lyrics For Jaded By The Crystal Method?
Turn your head
If it don't feel good Turn your head Turn your head If it don't feel good Turn your head Think about the good things That I did to you And think about the bad things That I didn't do, that I didn't do That I didn't do, that I didn't do Turn your head If it don't feel good Turn your head If you don't wanna take it Turn your head If it don't feel good Turn your head If you don't wanna take it Turn your head If it don't feel good Turn your head If you don't wanna take it Turn your head If it don't feel good Turn your head If you don't wanna take it You know, you know how But you have to know You know, you know how But you have to know You know, you know how But you have to know You know, you know how But you have to know You know, you know how But you have to know You know, you know how But you have to know You know, you know how But you have to know You know, you know how But you have to know Think about the good things That I did to you And think about the bad things That I didn't do, that I didn't do That I didn't do Turn your head If it don't feel good Turn your head If you don't wanna take it Turn your head If it don't feel good Turn your head If you don't wanna take it Turn your head If it don't feel good Turn your head If you don't wanna take it |
Who Wrote Jaded By The Crystal Method?
Ken Jordan, Scott Kirkland, Trudie Reiss
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