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She's got that look in her eyes, |
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She's got too much on her mind, |
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She wants to relax, she says she thinks that it's time. |
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I know, her fingers taste like home. |
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But she said 'go'! |
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Oh, just shut up, |
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It's not like that. |
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She retracts like a brick wall, |
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But I'm her cracks. |
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Her eyes just popped like, lightbulbs, |
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We can turn this, we can turn this round. |
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But she won't try. |
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She's got that blood in her eyes, |
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She's got that blood on her thighs, |
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She wants to react, but she can't cut her ties. |
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I know, her fingers taste like bone. |
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But she said 'no'! |
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Just shut up, |
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It's not like that. |
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She retracts like a brick wall, |
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But I'm her cracks. |
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Her eyes just popped like, lightbulbs, |
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We can turn this, we can turn this round. |
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But she won't try. |
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She said, she said, she said. |
