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She's like a bullet, |
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Waiting to shoot me |
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Waiting to thrill me |
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I want her to thrill me |
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She's liquid and lucid |
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My eyes have seen it (I've 'self seen it) |
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I need to believe it, |
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I need to feel it |
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It's these broken times |
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When nothing is quite |
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What i thought it would be like |
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I don't know what's right |
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I've got some questions now |
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Are we making progress? |
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Got the world on her shoulder |
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But no one to hold her |
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Just constantly looking |
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For something better |
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So watch from a distance |
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As she moves through the crowd |
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She's slightly damaged, |
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She's slightly out |
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It's these broken times |
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When nothing is quite |
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What i thought it would be like |
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I don't know what's right |
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Got some questions now |
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Are we making progress? |
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Wow, she makes me feel so blue |
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But there's no real reason to |
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It's these broken times |
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When nothing is quite |
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What i thought it would be like |
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I don't know what's right |
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Got some questions now |
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Are we making progress? |
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It's these broken times |
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When nothing is quite |
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What i thought it would be like |
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I don't know what's right |
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I've got some questions now |
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Are we making progress? |
