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I'm putting on my blinders. |
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I'm walking straight to me. |
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I'm following my carrot. |
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It's plenty hard to reach. |
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Keep your foot out of my door. |
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I don't want you on my floor. |
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Yeah,Take it from the source. |
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Yeah,It's killing my softcore. |
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I'm dressed in my best soul. |
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You drag it through the mud. |
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I'd like to keep my skin on. |
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It's holding in my blood. |
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Open wounds that never heal. |
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You're the flies and |
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I'm the meal. |
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Don't listen. |
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It's not the truth just because it glistens. |
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It's painted. |
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The coloration's tainted. |
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Skin looks good on paper to a million hungry eyes. |
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They just want the wrapping. |
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They throw away the prize. |
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Show her body. |
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Fuck her mind. |
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Fuck her body. |
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Why's she crying? |
