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Well you don't want me to touch you |
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You just want me to shut up |
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You don't want me to think what |
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I'm thinking |
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Or the devil in my throat to come up |
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And you get so nervous that everything's a joke |
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If I have to be this lonely |
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I may as well be alone |
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So I go back to my room |
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To my room by the freeway |
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I fall onto my bed like snow |
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Like the cold |
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I never woke you |
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And the killing followed me home |
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Hey what's song you whistling |
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If I have to be this lonely |
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I may as well be alone |
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When you wake up in the morning |
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You won't remember that anyone was here |
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And that life is so rewarding |
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And I guess that you're the grand prize my dear |
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When you wake up in the morning |
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You won't remember that anyone was here |
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If I have to be this lonely |
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I may as well be alone |
