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You take your clothes off |
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Right after school |
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The tea is on |
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The flame is blue |
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And you hope it won't take |
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All afternoon |
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The TV's waiting |
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To talk to you |
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It's your naked body |
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On white velor |
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But there's no feeling |
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Just weight on you |
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But you get nauseous now |
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As he speaks to you |
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Such proper language |
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For acts so cruel |
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He says, we all follow the rules |
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We can't very well go |
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And break them now can we? |
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For you, for you, for you |
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Your older sisters |
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I had them too |
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But you're my favorite |
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You know it's true |
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You look like your mother |
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In that thin disguise |
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Your parting mouth |
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Your shining eyes |
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And the way that you hate me |
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And the length of your hair |
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It's the reason I make you |
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It's the bond that we share |
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'Cos you were all trying to endure it |
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You could easily go and make your own life somewhere |
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Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you? |
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Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you?" |
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With the sun beams bright |
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You keep your eyes shut |
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Your alarm clock lies |
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Get to school on time |
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But you're a bag of warm fluid |
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You're the corpse in the class |
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You walk so near to your locker |
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You lay so low in the grass |
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Did you get that coat from the principal? |
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Did you get that bruise on the bus? |
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You should wash your hair more |
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You should look more like us |
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But I saw you walking once |
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Under powder blue skies |
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You looked cold still |
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Your collar was high |
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And I tried to talk to you |
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But you walked right by |
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I don't know which I said then |
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"Hello" or "Goodbye" |
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And yet we're all trying to be pure |
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But it isn't a very easy thing, now is it? |
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To do, to do, to do, to do, to do, to do |
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Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? |
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Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? |
