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So here am i quite by chance near the phone |
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I could call and make you crawl into bed |
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Questions always questions |
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I'll just speak in slow motion, |
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About obsessions with boys on the floor. |
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Take that smile off your face, |
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Wipe that tear from your eye, |
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Don't say you're sorry for me. |
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Now look at me like a stormtrooper in drag |
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And i'll let you feel exactly like i do, |
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It's so disgusting i'm so tired of rhythm |
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And needles in arms, |
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I don't want your point of view. |
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Nothing to do, |
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Nothing to steal, |
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And there's nothing to say. |
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Love it love it i need to. |