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Well I have grown a few inches |
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Since you came under sea |
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But the list I'm making |
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Of stuff I stole from you |
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Is getting obscene |
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'Cause I don't even know when I'm lying |
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And I don't even know why I'm trying |
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There's that junky little monster |
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It's as pink as your mouth |
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And I declare that I don't care about one thing that's coming out |
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'Cause I can't take the bad with the good |
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And no one around me really thinks that I should |
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I've never felt more alone than when I'm in your arms |
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I've never felt more alone than when I'm in your arms |
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And the exits out of this place are slowly boarded up |
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But life in here gets easier as I learn when to duck |
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But I never get my timing just right |
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So I'm sleeping with one eye open tonight |
