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Well I guess it would be nice |
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If I could touch your body |
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I know not everybody |
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Has gotta body like me |
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But I gotta think twice |
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Before I give my heart away |
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And I know all the games you play |
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'Cause I play them too |
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Oh, but I need some time off |
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From that emotion |
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Time to pick my heart up off the floor |
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When that love comes down |
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Without devotion |
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Well it takes a strong man baby |
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But I'm showin' you that door |
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Well, I gotta have faith |
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Gotta have faith |
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Gotta have faith |
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Gotta have faith |
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Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay |
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Say please, please, please don't go away |
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'Cause you're givin' me the blues |
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Baby, you might mean all the word you say |
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Can't help but think of yesterday |
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And another who tied me down to lover-boy blues |
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Before this river becomes an ocean |
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Before you pick my heart up off the floor |
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When our love comes down |
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Without devotion |
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Well, it takes a strong man baby |
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But I'm, uh, showing you that door |
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Well, I gotta have faith |
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Gotta have faith |
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Gotta have faith |
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Gotta have faith |
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Get the fuck up! |
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I gotta have faith... |
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faith... |
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Am I freak in the darkness, or am I misfit |
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You speak of opinions |
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Do sink in so deep |
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But it's alright |
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You're just an illusion, confused by your narrow mind |
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Reality is up ahead in the distance |
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But that lack of persistence has left you behind |
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Now you're reaching for your sanity |
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'Cause you're afraid of me |
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You wanna ask me a question |
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Well, I gotta question |
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How much longer can I tolerate this shit |
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Egos trip when you're livin' on the flip side |
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Drop out of a uterus and god damn |
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I see you pointin' your finger |
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You stereotype me 'cause you don't like me |
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Well, you don't even know me |
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Punk, you don't know me |
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Stereotype me 'cause you don't like me |
