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Everything I feel just turns on me |
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Again and again 'til I can't see |
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Everything you sought, you found |
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But I see people looking down |
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Pointed fingers, pointless lives |
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All points lead to empty lies |
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Empty hands and dirty deeds |
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It all comes down to just one thing |
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I don't believe |
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Whenever I feel this thing inside |
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Forbidden, forgiven, forever denied |
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I must have somehow dreamed |
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Of all the things I've never seen |
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All the words left unsaid |
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I never quite took into my head |
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All the things that lie undone |
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Like petals forever falling on this gun |
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Be pure |
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You can be chaste |
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You can behave |
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You can be mine |
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You'll be my cure |
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Be my religion |
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Be my decision |
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You'll be my crime |
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You will be mine |
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Be pure |
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All the time I tried to breathe |
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It all turned into make believe |
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One confusion, one confession |
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One more lie, one more lesson |
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Complicity, stupidity |
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The bile in my hypocrisy |
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The broken, low morality |
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The sentimental strategy |
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Be pure |
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You can be chaste |
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You can behave |
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You can be mine |
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You'll be my cure |
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Be my religion |
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Be my decision |
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You'll be my crime |
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You will be mine |
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Be pure |
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Be pure |
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Be vigilant |
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Behave |
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Be mine |
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Be pure |
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You can be chaste |
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You can behave |
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You can be mine |
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You'll be my cure |
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Be my religion |
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Be my decision |
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You'll be my crime |
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You will be pure |
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You can be chaste |
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You can behave |
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You can be mine |
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You'll be my cure |
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Be my religion |
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Be my decision |
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You'll be my crime |
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You will be mine |