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A wicked decision |
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We can agree |
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A wicked decision |
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Nothing's wrong with you and me |
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A week in the forest |
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A week in the fog |
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You'll be sad to hear that |
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I I I I I was robbed |
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And we're gonna own it |
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A fist to the voice |
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And we've found the music |
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Why did you try at the choice? |
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And decapitation for failing to see |
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Nothing in this whole wide world saves us from this situation [Nothing can save us] |
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Don't stop talkin' to me please |
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Baby cut me off a piece of your lily blond hair, hair |
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Throw your heart to the crows not the vultures |
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No one in this fair new world can talk us through this situation |
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Speak in the garden |
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You burn down the trees |
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I'll leave out the teasin' while you are down on one knee |
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Never is heavy and heavy is fine but only in the street man you ate your words wrong this time |
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It's wicked where you tread |
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Shot an arrow in your head |
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Since the apple wasn't there, yeah. |
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Ripped apart by the crows and the vultures |
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Ignore me in the parking lot |
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I'm petrified by conversation. |
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It's wicked where you tread |
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They shot an arrow at your head |
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Since the apple wasn't there, yeah. |
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We're ripped apart by the crow and the vultures |
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Ignore me in the parking lot |
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I'm petrified by conversation. |
