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What I am, what I am getting older |
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what I need is a man by my shoulder |
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what I am, what you are |
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allright I'm sick of your lying there |
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Look at me, look at me growing colder |
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everyday, I get a little bolder |
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what I am, what you are |
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allright I'm sick of your lying there |
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And when you lie there |
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why must I lie there |
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Why am I, why am I feeling stronger |
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now the days and the nights getting longer |
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what I am, what you are |
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allright I'm sick of your lying there |
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And when you lie there |
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why must I lie there |
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But I try to survive in a whores dress |
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something I'm getting out there keeps me god-blessed |
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my mother told me, priest just told me |
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too fast and you'll spend your whole life paying out |
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my brother's getting sicker, sicker |
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while my pretty sister sits there |
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bitchin' about her figure |
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time to move and get away |
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get away and open up to your freedom today |
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And when you lie there |
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why must I lie there |
