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It gets cold here in my apartment |
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In the heat of July |
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Turn up the radio as far as it can go |
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Keeps me from wondering why |
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Wondering why |
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I need a fast car cause my emotions are |
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Tight as a rubber band |
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Maybe it's what I get for taking whats given |
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I've been living with the ghost of a man |
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Ghost of a man |
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I ain't asking for much |
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I ain't asking you to swear on your mama's grave |
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So won't you lie a little when you're kissing me boy |
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Lie, no it ain't gonna kill you |
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Just you meet me in the middle |
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Truth is just a riddle |
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So won't you lie a little |
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Baby I know just what you're thinking there |
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You wear it on your sleeve |
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And I've tried everything from praying to drinking right in front of you |
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But you won't see |
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No, you won't see |
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I ain't asking for much |
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I ain't asking you to swear on your mama's grave |
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So won't you lie a little when you're kissing me boy |
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Lie, no it ain't gonna kill you |
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Just you meet me in the middle |
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Truth is just a riddle |
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So won't you lie a little |
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Lie a little more, yeah yeah |
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I ain't asking you to keep all your promises |
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Cross your heart and hope to die |
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So lie a little when you're kissing me boy |
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Lie, no it ain't gonna kill you |
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Just you meet me in the middle |
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Truth is just a riddle |
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It gets cold here, in my apartment |
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In the heat of July |
