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She says, "It helps with the lights out" |
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Her rabid glow is like Braille to the night |
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She swears I'm a slave to the detail |
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But if your life is such a big joke why should I care? |
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The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight |
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So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate |
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She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids gloves |
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But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox |
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She swears I'm just prey for the female |
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Well then hook me up and throw me baby cakes 'cause I like to get hooked |
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The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight |
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All the people that you've loved they're all bound to leave some keep sakes |
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I've been swinging all the time think it's time to learn your way |
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I picture you and me together in the jungle, it will be ok |
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I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night |
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That is supposing that you don't sleep tonight |
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It's like learning a new language |
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Helps me catch up on my mime |
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If you don't bring up those lonely parts |
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This could be a good time |
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It's like learning a new language |
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You come here to me |
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We'll collect those lonely parts and set them down |
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You come here to me |
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She says brief things, her love's a pony |
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My love's subliminal |
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She says brief things, her love's a pony |
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My love's subliminal |
