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Men hold cabinets |
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Women, covens |
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Replace your pets before I throw them in the ovens |
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How could we foresee getting so high? |
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I never knew you'd ever be so low |
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You don't need to know |
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I don't need to tell you |
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You don't need to know |
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I don't need to tell you |
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You don't need to know |
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I don't need to tell you |
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You don't need to know |
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I don't need to tell you |
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Cool and calm, I pluck fruit from my palm |
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And now I swear I'm never gonna see the lights now |
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How many decrepit Spanish holidays |
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Does it take before you blow it all away? |
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Summers throw you, I know you |
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I swear I'm never gonna see the lights now |
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Spent our days in winter caves |
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Where things they tend towards frozen |
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Not an ideal spot for suffering fools so gladly |
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You don't need to know |
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I don't need to tell you |
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You don't need to know |
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I don't need to tell you |
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You don't need to know |
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I don't need to tell you |
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You don't need to know |
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I don't need to tell you |
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Films are forgettable, songs aren't |