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My cold, cold, stellar heart says get on your way
I aint to proud to say but thats how Iīm made.
Iīll be that person ītil my dying day
I try so awful hard, but I canīt change.
From runways to the road, I ramble alone
This thumbnail sized of a heart is black as cole
Your beauty, it still brings me to my knees
Donīt waste a tear on me, this is my disease
Donīt need no slow man
Donīt need no slow man
I know Iīm pickin up speed
Donīt need no slow man
Those preppy boys in blue
Theyīre makin fun of us
So we take it to the streets
Cuz we want to be first
But weīre not here to make your children bleed
Weīre here to come around with the tumble weed
Donīt need no slow man
Donīt need no slow man
I know Iīm pickin up speed
Donīt need no slow man
Now guitar, go get her!
Donīt take these boots off me when youīre thinking Iīm dead
Iīll still be running from the demon in my head
Iīll be that person ītil my dying day
I try so awful hard, but I canīt change
Donīt need no slow man
Donīt need no slow man
I know Iīm pickin up speed
Donīt need no slow man
Donīt need no...