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Oh good Lord above, I'm immune to the love of a good man |
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I go for the suckers, those mean motherfuckers I can't resist. |
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If I should get bitten. As long as he's smitten I understand |
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That pain comes with pleasure, such bittersweet treasure cannot be missed. |
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So how can you help me now? |
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I can't help myself.... |
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I go on and jump, give it a try |
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Checking the parachute, see if it flies. |
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Oh I don't care if I should fall I never bruise.... |
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I go on and just, give it a try |
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Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive |
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And if I should break my neck I'll make the news. |
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The Friday night ritual of pulling habitual non-entities. |
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The lawyers, the bankers, the next morning thank you's and "call you soon..." |
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These public school faces, I thought time erases one's misery |
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Oh no, it comes back to haunt you, old photos will taunt of your big mistake |
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So how can you save me now? |
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I can't save myself.... |
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I go on and jump, give it a try |
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Checking the parachute, see if it flies. |
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I don't care if i should fall I never bruise.... |
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I go on and jump, give it a try |
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Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive |
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And if I should break my neck I'll make the news. |
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I go on and jump, give it a try |
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Checking the parachute, see if it flies. |
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Oh if I should break my neck I never bruise.... |
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I go on and jump, give it a try |
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Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive |
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And if I should break my neck I'll make the news. |
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I go on and jump, give it a try |
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Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive |
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And if I should break my neck I'll make the news. |
