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Candy is quick and she's good at impressions |
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She's stacked on the corner, man, she's stacked on the street |
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She's got pills that distort her depression |
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Counting her friends on her hands and her feet |
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You let it roll right through your fingertips, babe |
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Running as hard and as fast as you could |
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Stealing the boots of the soldiers who were otherwise done |
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Misunderstanding what was misunderstood |
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Is twice as bad as love, oh |
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Twice as bad as love, and not that sad |
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Twice as bad as love |
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Once to be heard, twice to be had |
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Imagine yourself as a saint or a poet |
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Stealing the boots off the dead and well-worn |
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Hosea was some **** that she met in the projects |
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Yeah, but he made her feel like she belonged |
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You let it roll right through your fingertips, Candy |
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Running as hard and as fast as you could |
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A bucket full of pills and some [???] |
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Misunderstanding what was misunderstood |
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Is twice as bad as love, oh |
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Twice as bad as love, but not that sad |
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Twice as bad as love |
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Once to be heard, twice to be had |
