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I don't mind the sound |
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Of a voice |
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Of your voice |
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When you use it like your gun |
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So much fun |
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Fire your gun |
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Casual as you are, gets hard to say |
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I won't say |
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'less you're going away |
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He's stringing himself on up to your front door |
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You've been a wall of ideas about the rich and the poor |
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With his car horn talk, you make your focus break |
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When you're left to yourself you're going anyway |
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I don't differentiate |
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We from they |
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We from they |
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Feel my appetite |
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Wild light |
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Sleepless night |
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Lean my head against an angry moon |
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Always room |
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Angry moon |
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In and out of a metal chair |
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In an unloved apartment where |
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I can build myself up before I make the scare |
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String myself up onto your front door |
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Street joy |
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You adore |