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You make yourself so beautiful, |
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You make yourself so, so beautiful |
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And now i feel like i'm going, |
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I'm going to set myself on fire. |
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I'm going to set myself up at a window, |
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This margin walker wants a clear view, |
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This margin walker wants a clear shot, |
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and now i'm shooting it right on you. |
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Untraceable, untranslatable, |
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I can't explain all i ever wanted to do |
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Trajectory passing right through me |
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Threads my needle sends it right through you. |
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You make yourself so visible, |
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You make yourself so, so visible, |
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And now i feel like i'm in the tread of |
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some bastard jealousy. |
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Up here, above the avenue, up here, where |
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the things you do, |
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They lend me a problem with the language, |
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split my seams and then they drop in a fuse. |