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I feel the tug of war |
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I fight the fight |
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But I don't have the patience |
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Or the stamina to last one night |
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With color mad candy mouth you |
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Your reputation lives |
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In spite of me |
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Your platitudes and berzerk theories |
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Super real fantasy |
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That infuriating |
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Vanishing twin |
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He has metal bones and a wild eyed stare |
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I'm thinking feigning interest |
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Badly like a liar |
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And then he blows me away |
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And then all I want is |
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A room and you |
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The urban hillside glinting copper |
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In the morning |
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A broken spell |
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Alive and well |
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That's the way the cookie bounces |
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In spite of me |
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I hate clever sons of bitches |
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Who can't leave a girl alone |
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To rot in peace |
