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Wear something red and sexy |
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So I won't know it's you |
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It's been so long that I have |
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Forgotten what to do |
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Do I pick up the whole bill |
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Or split between the two |
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How will you ever see my scars? |
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Tourette's is a disease that makes you tell the truth |
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I have contracted it in the last days of my youth |
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What about those missing fingers |
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Think they've made lesser men |
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Grip hold of casted metal |
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Lets suck on our champagne |
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If I become a cripple what use will I be then |
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I can not even play guitar |
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Tourettes four letter words |
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Like life and love and lust |
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And at the base of it a thick layer of trust |
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Your wounded heart will heal if you don't let it rust |
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So love |
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And a little later |
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All of my thoughts |
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Are lost in the cross fire |
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And I'm tied in knots |
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Crossed my heart for you |
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But I got it all confused |
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What's a boy to do |
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Find it hard |
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Must be hard for you |
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Must it hard |
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Must be hard |
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I said it's hard |
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Must be hard |
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So much for that |
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So... |
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I'll let you go |
