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Your back curves like a creeping vine |
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With the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine, yeah |
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In the black-coffee bowl of your eye |
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Why do you overestimate the size of the lie? |
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I've seen the dangers of your rising sign |
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But I swear |
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I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter |
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It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it |
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I resent the way you make me like myself |
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My nerves jump like a boiling pan |
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Like a skillet full of oil spits rattling on the burner |
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When I stumble onto the thought |
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Of the match you lit and dropped and set the dial to slow yearn |
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I've seen the dangers of your rising sign |
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But I swear |
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I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter |
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It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it |
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I resent the way you make me like myself |
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Can I spell it out? |
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Ah, can I spell it out? |
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I've seen the dangers of your rising sign |
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But I swear |
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I'd like to drink the fuel straight from your lighter |
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It's all inside the wrist, it's all inside the way you time it |
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I resent the way you make me like myself |
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I resent the way you make me like myself |