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Don't be afraid of your anger |
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I'll eat it with mustard and wine |
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And the crumbs in your hair |
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You should shampoo with care |
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If it's tearless I'm sure it would say |
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Don't be afraid of the language |
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I know you don't mean what you said |
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Well your tongue can get sharp |
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But it's soft in my mouth |
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And there's towels and ice we could use |
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Don't roll your eyes at me slowly |
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I know I was acting the slut |
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When I loosened my belt |
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And said I know how you felt |
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From a book that explained it away |
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So don't be afraid of your anger |
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I'll eat it with mustard and wine |
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And lick the blood off your lip |
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And the bruise on your lip |
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When this pillow fight gets out of hand |
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When this pillow fight gets out of hand. |
