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You say love, I say killing time, |
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What's mine is yours, and yours is mine. |
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You make me laugh, I make you cry, |
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I guess that rhymes... |
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You're contained by doors and walls, |
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I'm contained by your control. |
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Your overthrown, but under warn, |
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I told you so... |
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We're singing for the stingin' belle, |
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She's clearly lost her way. |
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Craving all the simple times, |
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Inside her tragic game. |
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Grow some balls, and speak your mind, |
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You think you're cool like a porcupine. |
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You're more like doves, that are taking flight, |
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The sky is mine. |
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We're singing for the stingin' belle, |
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Who's clearly lost her way. |
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Craving all the simple times, |
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Inside her tragic game. |
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We're singing for the stingin' belle, |
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Who's clearly lost her way. |
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Craving all the simple times, |
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Inside her tragic game. |
