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Cover yourself with everything you can |
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just to walk outside. |
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Buried inside an artificial tan with everything to hide |
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positive this can't be, this can't be right |
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positive this can't be, this can't be right |
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Well January's cold and February's colder |
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but I can't stand to hold her anymore |
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and now that I am older I wish that I had told her |
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Well January's cold and February's colder |
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but I can't stand to hold her anymore |
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Cut yourself free |
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please abandon me |
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before things get really bad |
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things get really bad |
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cut yourself free |
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please abandon me |
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Don't blame yourself for my curiosity |
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I swear it's not your fault |
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a trial and error tragedy |
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with these bitter tears |
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I swear they're filled with salt |
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positive this can't be right |
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this can't be right |
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positive this can't be right |
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this can't be right |