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If all my make up |
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And all that comes with it |
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Was washed away |
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And now I fear |
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Those weird kind of swings |
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If all that you're made of |
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And all that goes with it |
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Keeps reminding me |
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Annoying me |
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I'm afraid of the words |
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That slaps again |
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Waiting for the pain |
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No really I'm off the frame |
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I'm aware and heading there again |
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Of course we got plans |
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I'll kick ass all the same |
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Well I could've been in this |
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Weird kind of swings |
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Why all the fuse |
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It wears me out of luck |
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Lighting up my seeds |
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Where should I lounge? |
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The choice is yours |
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Am I too close |
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Count me in your feast |