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I want your face to be like any other face I've known |
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I want your stare to penetrate the places you've been shown |
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I want your jacket to remain the colour I recall |
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I want your words to sound like candy or I'll shoot you all |
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and the day has been beautiful so far |
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yeah, the day has been beautiful so far |
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I want your skinny legs to be a phoney false alarm |
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I want your bony ass to drag itself back to the farm |
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I want the whiteness in your cheeks to be replaced with red |
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then I want spiderman to spin a cobweb in your head |
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and the day has been beautiful so far |
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yeah, the day has been beautiful so far |
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I'm here with you, driving in your car |
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yeah, the day has been beautiful so far |
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I want my frame to be much prettier than yours can be |
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I want the tigers to ignore you and then follow me |
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I want high heels put on my sneakers so that you can see |
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that I will always be much happier, more wild and free |
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and the day has been beautiful so far |
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yeah, the day has been beautiful so far |
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I'm here with you, driving in your car |
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yeah, the day has been beautiful so far |
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I want my words to grow more eloquent before you go |
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I want your wits to be more seldom spent, I reap your soul |
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I want the darkness in my names to cover up your smile |
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I want your number so that no one else can have a dime |
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and the day has been beautiful so far |
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yeah, the day has been beautiful so far |
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yeah, the day has been beautiful so far |
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I'm here with you, driving in your car |
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yeah, the day has been beautiful so far |
