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Take off your right hand |
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'Cause you don't use it a lot |
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In dreams you're so scared but so what? |
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At the wrecking ball |
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Your eyes were open |
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You had them flown in at birth |
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Your skin is [Incomprehensible] |
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Erecting a movie star |
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I saw you there |
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You had your lover so fair in your heart |
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Arrived in really bloody make-up and scarf |
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I caught your breath |
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You are the flower sewn into the bar |
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But what we're trying hard to make is a stem |
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It's self sale art |
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Take off your right hand |
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'Cause you don't use it a lot |
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Your dreams are so scant but so what? |
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You're a pecking doll |
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Who red lips the Coolliard's Joshua |
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Who just missed the Murder Car dopey dance |
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From baby to baby to hotel bar playbacks |
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Saw you there |
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You had your lover, a feather in arm |
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Berated kisses in the wake of the smarm |
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Just bobbing there |
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Your partner spilled up the stairs to the bar |
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Which is a really small estate on a farm |
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Well, don't you care? |
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I saw you there |
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With your blue-blond hair |
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Your lipstick stare |