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Love, when you say your faith is falling fast |
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Through your body, your mind and the soul that you claim to have had |
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Well, well, I hoped to move you so and set you free |
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Just be glad for these minds and these bodies to meet all your needs |
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Stay babe, won't you spread your pretty little lips? |
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Make room for my fingertips |
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So I could get caught between your legs tonight |
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Baby, won't you spread your pretty little lips? |
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And though I may not find enlightenment |
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Well, I could get caught between your legs tonight |
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So go, find a new way of coping with being alive |
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When you find it don't tell me, I don't want to hear all your lies |
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Well, well, I hoped to move you so and set you free |
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Just be glad for these minds and these bodies to meet all your needs |
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Stay babe, won't you spread your pretty little lips? |
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Make room for my fingertips |
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So I could get caught between your legs tonight |
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Baby, won't you spread your pretty little lips? |
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And though I may not find enlightenment |
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Well, I could get caught between your legs tonight |
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I'm a running monologue, running away |
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Running fast through the back of my head |
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I'm gonna run you out |
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I'm gonna take you down |
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I'm gonna take this shot |
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I'm gonna chase it with lead |
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This isn't suicide |
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It's a prison break and I just might make out fine |
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This isn't finding God, it's just running away |
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Running and running |
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Baby, won't you spread your pretty little lips? |
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And though I may not find enlightenment |
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I could get caught between your legs tonight, oh |
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Baby, won't you spread your pretty little lips? |
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Make room for my fingertips |
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So I could find God between your legs tonight |
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Baby, baby, baby, baby |
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Won't you spread your pretty little lips |
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So I could find God between your legs tonight? |
