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Nobody searches |
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Nobody cares somehow |
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When the loving that you've wasted |
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Comes raining from a hapless cloud |
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Then I might stop and look upon your face |
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Disappear in the sweet sweet gaze |
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See the living that surrounds me |
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Dissipate in a violent blaze |
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Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul |
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This is a wasteland now |
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We spies we slow hands |
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You put the weights all around your self |
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We spies oh yeah we slow hands |
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You put the weights all around your self now |
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I submit my incentive is romance |
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I watch the pole dance of the stars |
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We rejoice because the hurting is so painless |
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From the distance of passing cars |
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But I am married to your charms and grace |
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I just feel crazy like the good old days |
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You make me want to pick up a guitar |
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And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you |
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Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul |
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This is a wasteland now |
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We spies yeah we slow hands |
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You put the weights all around your self |
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We spies oh yeah we slow hands |
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Killer for hire you know not yourself |
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We spies we slow hands |
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You put the weights all around your self |
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We spies oh yeah we slow hands |
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We retire like nobody else |
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We spies intimate slow hands |
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Killer for hire you know not yourself |
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We spies intimate slow hands |
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You let the face slap around the self |
