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I do not want to be your friend |
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Kiss your cheek and not your lips |
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I don't wanna shake your hand |
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When I can shake your hips |
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I wanna have your all |
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See your breasts rise and fall |
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But you don't come when I call |
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I do not wanna be your friend |
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I do not wanna be your friend |
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I thought we were above that state |
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I could not make you love me more |
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I broke my hand on heavens gate |
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My angels gone. I took the fall |
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Concussions crown was all I wore |
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When my mind met the floor |
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I do not wanna be your friend |
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License My roving hands and let them go |
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Above, before, between, |
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behind, below |
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And all those secret parts of you, |
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I won't, I cannot give them back |
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The tattered signs, the whispered clues |
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Indelible as scars and tear tracks |
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As much of me, as much as you |
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The smile, the laugh, the sneer, the kiss, |
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I do not wanna be your friend |
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I just have no belief in this |
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I do not wanna be your friend |
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How could you forget the words I wrote, |
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declared for all the world to see |
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Signed in blood across your throat |
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I lost my hip, I blew my cool, |
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I thought we'd burnt that book of rules |
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Now here I stand the ****en fool |
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I just want to make love to you |
