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Uh oh, I got all the poison out of my body |
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Uh oh, my teeth are growing whiter |
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And I feel I'm getting lighter |
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And I really have to say |
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Well somehow the guilt feels right with you |
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No responsibility |
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No heel in my shoe |
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I'm smug |
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I'm glum |
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I'm your unnameable one |
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I'm your u-u-nameable one |
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Uh oh, yesterday a swinging red-stockinged leg |
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Uh oh, I'm turning in my bed and mumble all the things you said |
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Are way too much, too much to bear |
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Well somehow the guilt feels right with you |
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No responsibility |
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No heel in my shoe |
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I'm smug |
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I'm glum |
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I'm your unnameable one |
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I'm your u-u-nameable one |
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Oh! |
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Uh oh, I see decay in desire's soft little bones |
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Uh oh, until I calm my mind |
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Until I see the door I find |
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It's way too much, too much to bear |
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Well somehow the guilt feels right with you |
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No responsibility |
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No heel in my shoe |
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I'm smug |
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I'm glum |
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I'm your unnameable one |
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I'm your u-u-nameable one |
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U-u-nameable one |
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I'm your u-u-nameable one |
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I'm your u-u-nameable one |
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I'm your u-u-nameable one |
