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I spend so much time tryin' |
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To learn all your languages |
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I got nothin' to say |
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It's all cheap talk in kind |
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And a matter of time |
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Some fool gets his way |
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Down on his knees he says i got this feelin' |
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That you're not that kind of girl |
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And no one knows better as he takes off your sweater |
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Just what he means when he's promised you the world |
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Down in front |
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That's all they want |
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Just two square inches |
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He's a snake in britches |
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Shakin' your head as you lie with the enemy |
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So much louder than words |
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All that you felt one more notch in his belt |
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Well have you heard |
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You got no heart for these bullets he's loaded with |
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They just lite up the sky |
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And who needs a hero when it's zero to zero |
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I don't know baby it's just an alibi |
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You could be any one |
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Who can't be both-ered with names |
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Turn off the lites turn the |
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Latch it's just more of the same |
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