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{Three O one a.m.} |
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Oh I really love it here |
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Oh you've thought of it all |
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Candlelight, coconut ice and fur on the floor |
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I really love the way you wear your hair |
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And nothing more |
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So tell me |
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What is going on? |
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I was sure that |
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I'd already gone |
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But all you say is we're all spinning |
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It's really not just me |
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But that doesn't seem to help me figure out how |
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I can beA prisoner in |
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PVC a minute after three |
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It didn't used to be like this |
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Must be all that sleep |
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I missed(Yea yea) |
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Yea but I really love it here |
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You've done everything to please |
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Stolichnaya, |
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Banco De Gaia bad timing on |
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TVAnd I really love the way you turn |
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Your smile into striptease |
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But I'm still not sure what's going on |
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And I can't help feeling something's wrong |
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But you just say that we're all spinning |
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And it's really not just me |
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But that doesn't seem to help me figure out how |
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I can beStill wrapped inside your rubber as |
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I wriggle at your feet |
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No it didn't used to be like this |
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Must be something strange |
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I kissedMaybe when my eyes were closed |
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So tell me what is going on? |
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I'm sure that |
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I've already gone |
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But all you say is we're all spinning |
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And it's really not just me |
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But that doesn't seem to help me figure out how |
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I can be?Still fixed inside your fantasy, a |
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TV refugee |
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So tell me what is going on? |
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Just can't help feelin' something's wrong |
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Or is it right this way |
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I feelSomeone get me out of here |
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I'm waiting on my knees{ |
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Two fifty seven a.m.} |
