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Said he was in danger |
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Lost hope with twisted angles |
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Had a face like yours and mine |
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But a heart that skipped in time |
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Said he was too common |
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If only we could sell him |
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It makes for happy hearts |
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It makes for corporate whores |
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Are you divine? |
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Have you ever been? |
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Maybe you can stop me |
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Before I do something to myself |
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Or maybe you could... |
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Put my head into your chest |
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And my arms around your back |
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I am not beautiful like you |
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I hate the way you look at me |
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I hate the way you trend |
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Tolerance, tolerance, tolerance, tolerance |
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Die alone |
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Your just a waste of time |
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Your such a waste of skin |
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Your just a puppet on a string |
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Now let me hear you sing |
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Failed a secret agent |
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The one who makes you famous |
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But she'll take you down with force |
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A patriot of course |
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Hes got a sense of style |
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A sense for our revival |
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But he wonders which is worse |
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The contract or the curse |
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Well I'm divided |
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In every segment |
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One for god and man to fight for |
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One for you and me to die for |
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One for land |
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Take my hand cause your divine |
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Put my head into your chest |
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And my hands around your neck |
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I am not beautiful like you |
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I hate the way you look at me |
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I hate the way you trend |
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Tolerance tolerance tolerance tolerance |
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Die alone |
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Your just a waste of time |
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Your such a waste of skin |
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Your just a puppet on a string |
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Now let me watch you swing |
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Are you happy now? |
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Take my hand |
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Take my hand |
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Cause your divine |
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Your divine, your divine, your divine |
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I am not beautiful like you |
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I hate the way you look at me |
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I hate the way you trend |
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Tolerance tolerance tolerance tolerance |
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Die alone |
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Your just a waste of time |
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Your such a waste of skin |
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Your just a puppet on a string |
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Now let me watch you! |
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SWING! Tip toe [x7] |
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Tip |
