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I don't know what |
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I've just said |
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Was it nasty? |
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Why am I like that? |
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I could show you a good time |
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Then you'll know that we are blood-like |
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I've really caught my leg in a trap this time |
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Your majesty, can't you see? |
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I'm a sentimental, partly mental, |
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I'm a bad friend |
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Ooh, I've got a little problem with my own head |
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But it feels right, it feels like |
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I'm a belly full of dirt |
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I'm the milk that turned to curds and it feels right |
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Now stare at the ocean |
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While your friends all drown |
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We all need to learn to swim anyway |
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Oh my darling, hold your head up |
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Don't you listen, you're my baby girl |
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Oh my darling, hold your head up |
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Don't you listen, you're my baby girl |
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Oh my darling, hold your head up |
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Don't you listen, you're my baby girl |
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Oh, my darling, hold your head up now |
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Hold on, aren't |
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I? I am my own life, own harm |
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Hold on, aren't |
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I? I am my own life, own harm |
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Hold on, aren't |
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I? I am my own life, own harm |
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Stare at the ocean |
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While your friends all drown |
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Now you're blood-like |
