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oh, don't wag your finger |
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i'm amazed that you would know or care |
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for all the modern misery |
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mine can't compare |
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no, won't put a limit on it |
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stretch as big, as big as i can stand |
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and burst right through my fingers |
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through my arms i expand |
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and i hide in the bend of your eyes |
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sit tight, i could be full of surprises |
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and i always know |
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what it is you want |
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now all, all of my halos are uphill yes |
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its you that put them there |
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i don't know what they're after |
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but they're setting up a dare |
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am i a sinner |
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by all accounts i think i'll go to hell |
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i don't wait for your answer |
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i know you very well |
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and i hide in the bend of your eyes |
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sit tight, i could be full of surprises |
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and i always know |
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what it is you want |
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i am full of surprises |
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i am full of surprises |
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i am full of surprises |
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and i hide in the bend of your eyes |
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sit tight, i could be full of surprises |
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and i always know |
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what it is you want |
