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Nature abhors a vacuum |
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I have read |
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Tell me how'd you explain |
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Your empty head |
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You hurt the one you love |
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Because you can |
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As if violence was a virtue |
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In a man |
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The king of your castle |
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Right behind you |
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How i'll blind you |
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A fist full of feeling |
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Blaming it all on lack of my love |
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The mad, glad days of romance |
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Were the best |
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When you kept your cards pressed tight |
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Against your chest |
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But soon, soon, all too soon |
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She'd understand |
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And she'd see and feel |
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The back of your right hand |
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The king of your castle |
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Right behind you |
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How i'll blind you |
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A fist full of feeling |
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Blaming it all on lack of my love |
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King rad, god on a barstool |
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Hold your court |
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So self-centered, so diluted |
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So self-taught |
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Home bound sound as a pound |
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You board your round |
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Round one begins tonight |
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Behind closed doors |
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The king of your castle |
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Right behind you |
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How i'll blind you |
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A fist full of feeling |
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Blaming it all on lack of my love |
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The king of your castle |
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Right behind you |
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How i'll blind you |
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A fist full of feeling |
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Blaming it all on lack of my love |
