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I will be the fire on your lips |
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I'm overlooked and underfed you keep me in the basement where you threw me out with the bathwater |
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And i will be the fury in your fist |
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Throwing out the things the things i thought i wanted to be |
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Wasted so much time |
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On things i thought i wanted to be |
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I just see a little baby boy |
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Who won't admit that he ****s up, oh he's looking for a fire and the fury it takes to be a man |
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But i just see a little baby boy |
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Throwing out the things the things i thought i wanted to be |
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Wasted so much time |
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On things i thought i wanted to be |
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Got a brand new face |
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So brittle that its falling apart |
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It's a brand new day this time why don't |
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I take it from scratch |
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Your arms believe |
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They are for reaching |
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Reach for me |
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Your tongue believes |
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It is for tasting |
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Taste of me |
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I've got a secret |
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And you've got a problem! |
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I'll disappear! ohh |
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I'll disappear! |
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Throwing out the things |
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The things i thought i wanted to be |
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Wasted so much time |
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On things i thought i wanted to be |
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Got a brand new face |
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So brittle and it's fallin apart |
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It's a brand new day |
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This time why don't we take it from scratch |
