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I feel like I've been blown apart. There are pieces here |
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I don't know where they go, I don't know where they go |
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Kiss me on my salty lips |
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I bet you feel a little crazy but for me |
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We'll be famous on T.V. |
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Would it be my fault if I could turn you on? |
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Would I be so bad if I could turn you on? |
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When I kiss your mouth I want to taste it |
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Turn you upside down, don't want to waste it |
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I jump on you, you jump on me |
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You push me out and even though you know |
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I love you I'd be inclined to slap you in the mouth |
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When I kiss your salty lips |
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You will feel a little crazy, but for me |
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I'll be famous on TV |
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Now, will it be my fault if |
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I take your love and throw it wide? |
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You might restrain me but could you really blame me? |
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And you will feel you're blown apart |
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All the pieces there will fit to make you whole |
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And I know where they go |