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Temper frayed and sanctified |
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Delivered up in flames |
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No eyes, no grace, no motion |
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No mention of the game |
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The sweetest flower in the valley |
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The sickest joke in the book |
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Why don't you keep your eyes tightly shut? |
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'Cos I don't want you to look |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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I don't know whether to leave you |
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Or push you over the edge |
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But still the pleasure is always mine |
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No matter what I've said |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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The sweetest flower in the valley |
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The sickest joke in the book |
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Why don't you keep your eyes tightly shut? |
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'Cos I don't want you to look |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
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If you can't sit still |
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You can't by a thrill |
