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Hoarding turns allure to discontent |
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Altruism's a grind all it's own |
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Morning makes you know your in a cell |
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But love is just as pure as you both |
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Because it's reciprocal, |
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It's reciprocal, |
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It's reciprocal, |
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It's reciprocal, |
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When true love is metaphysical |
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Venal desires we learn to beset |
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You and me we've got a special thing |
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But i want you to never forget |
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It's reciprocal, |
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It's reciprocal, |
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It's reciprocal, |
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It's reciprocal |
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Each bedtime I |
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Stir with regret |
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Guilty and vain, |
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Hoping for retribution |
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Charity's immune from my demands |
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I don't expect a thing from the weak |
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But you my love are measured and compared |
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Predisposed to my profane decree |
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It's reciprocal, |
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It's reciprocal, |
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It's reciprocal, |
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It's reciprocal |
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It's reciprocal! |
