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The girl's well read |
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Of pale white skin |
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You cut your arms |
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Baby, just to fit in |
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You say that you like to be on your own |
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But it's calm right now and a long walk home |
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You can't go on calling human hands |
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But I'm here so you might as well have me, have me |
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Autonomy boy you're so naive |
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With your heart on your sleeve |
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And your long head of hair |
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And I find it very rude that you didn't think I care |
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Autonomy boy you got me making vows |
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In the back of a cab on the way out of here |
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And I find it very rude that you didn't think I care |
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Laced up, buttoned up |
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Tie it up tight |
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I like a man in uniform |
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But that's not right |
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You say that you like to be on your own |
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But it's calm right now and a long walk home |
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You can't go on calling human hands |
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But I'm here so you might as well have me, have me |
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Autonomy boy you're so naive |
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With your heart on your sleeve |
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And your long head of hair |
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And I find it very rude that you didn't think I care |
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Autonomy boy you got me making vows |
|
In the back of a cab on the way out of here |
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And I find it very rude that you didn't think I care |
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Autonomy boy you're so naive |
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With your heart on your sleeve |
|
And your long head of hair |
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And I find it very rude that you didn't think I care |
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Autonomy boy you got me making vows |
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In the back of a cab on the way out of here |
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And I find it very rude that you didn't think I care |
