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(I won't listenBecause I know everythingAll the time, absolutelyAnd you knew this when you fell in love with what was left of meSo let's give it another shot, young missyCome on) |
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I must think |
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I'm someSort of |
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RocketeerSaving you from |
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Your awkward years |
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Gaping holes look like diamond mines |
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Through the ethos of a young man's dying mind |
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Ooh, I don't know the way |
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Ooh, I'm just in the way |
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Parting your patterned shirt |
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Setting off the amber alert |
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And leap from your brow into |
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A heat-distorted me |
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Beaus and eros, beaus and eros |
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YeahCommit my body to the undergrowth |
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Cause life as |
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I knew it has gone up in a puff of smoke |
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We embroidered clouds with pillow talk and thunderbolts |
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Broke child labor laws putting in work as young adults |
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Now you catch feelings, |
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I catch planes |
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To avoid any meaningful exchange |
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My embrace is the icy grip of a mortician's |
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Speed dating with me, you scream out "Abort Mission"(x2) |
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Ooh, I don't know the way |
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Ooh, I'm just in the way |
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Parting your patterned shirt |
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Setting off the amber alert |
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And leap from your brow into |
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A heat-distorted me |
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Ooh, I don't know the way |
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Ooh, I'm just in the way |
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Parting your patterned shirt |
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Setting off the amber alert |
