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This is him, when |
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IWhen I, I begin |
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Call him tied, call him taken |
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Call him anything but shaken |
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Call him wasted, call him shaved |
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Call him anything but made |
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Call that firepile a home |
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Don't give away the end |
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I come back, |
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I rush to wait |
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Where the pavement starts to crack |
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I put my foot down |
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The sidewalk's so hot |
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The sidewalk's so hot |
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Think of all the junk |
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I could lay my hands on |
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Purify my heart |
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That firepile's your home |
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Your baby's running faster |
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Count the times |
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I left my clothes out |
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Count the tires one more time |
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Count the times |
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I let the air out |
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That firepile's your home |
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And you're mine |
