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He |
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Likes to keep his brain |
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On the more mundane |
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Cos some things, they just are, you know |
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Things |
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Are falling into place |
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He's thinking of the chase |
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And picturing her face |
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Upon |
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The body of |
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A silicon based porn-star |
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I dont know why |
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But i just |
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Love everything about you |
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I'm gonna try |
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Not to think; |
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If i think, i could doubt you |
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Star-cross'd lovers take their lives |
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Every friday nite |
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He's swearing by the moon again |
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She |
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Tells invented dreams |
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Finds it hard to breathe |
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Writes his name in steam |
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Upon |
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The shower screen |
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With her left hand |
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I dont know why |
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But i just |
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Love everything about you |
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I'm gonna try |
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Not to think; |
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If i think, i could doubt you |
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Little me |
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Little unromantic me |
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Honestly, sincerely |
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But unromantically |
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Little me |
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I dont know why |
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But i just |
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Love everything about you |
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I'm gonna try |
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Not to think if |
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I think i could doubt you |
