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It was meant to be |
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There was something inside me |
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And the thing had to come out |
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When it left you |
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You rediscovered life |
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So what else could it have been for? |
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When you bend over into the fridge |
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And try to grab some tupperware |
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I'll surprise you and pour the half and half |
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Onto your newly sunburnt neck |
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It is familiar, oh the smell of the smell |
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Of your lotion, the wavy lines around your slick arms |
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I see my own hand moving out through the air |
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Coming soft down to rest upon your neck and hair |
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I heard something |
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I heard it said that you weren't |
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Quite the way that you turned out |
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You were tricked at some |
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Point and stopped becoming |
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The way that you've been all along |
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It is familiar, oh the smell of the smell |
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Of your lotion, the wavy lines around your slick arms |
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I see my own hand moving out through the air |
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Coming soft down to rest upon your neck and hair |
