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Petals broke from tips of roses |
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Hidden underneath my arm |
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All the framed, different poses of places |
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I'll soon forget that |
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I'll soon forget |
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Tell me again that part |
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How you didn't feel a thing that part? |
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How you never actually really ever did |
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And lift yourself from my grip but don't fall asleep |
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Nothin' you say can or will ever penetrate |
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The walls that |
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I, that I- |
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I-I create |
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When you spew that |
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Barrage of insulting words |
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And no, that ain't no way isn't all |
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That ain't no way isn't all |
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Baby isn't all |
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And nothing you, you say can or will penetrate |
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These walls that |
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I, that I create |
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That I create |
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Five stitches seal the crease |
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From the fit fueled by your aching |
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You're so temperamental darlin' |
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With your little disease, oh how sweet |
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Petals broke from tips of roses |
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Hidden underneath my arm |
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All the framed, different poses of places |
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I'll soon forget that |
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I'll soon forget |
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And no, that ain't no way isn't all |
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That ain't no way isn't all |
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Baby it isn't all |
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And nothing you, you say can or will penetrate |
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These walls that |
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I createOh that |
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I createI'm happy for you baby, but |
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I don't wanna know |
