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Come pick me up in the morning. |
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I know you've probably thought about it too. |
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Otherwise I'll never leave my oven. |
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My arms and legs they would grow soft with you. |
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Come pick me up in the morning |
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And we can find a hole to crawl into. |
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We're still pretending to be lightweights. |
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My arms and legs they would grow soft. |
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Behind his smile is nothing. |
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Long hair's a signal to the wandering eye. |
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Anytime I'll leave my coffin gladly. |
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My arms and legs they would grow soft and die. |
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Someone broke into my heart |
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Or beat it into my head. |
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Several hours to drive home, |
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Or fall asleep instead? |
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So think it over. |
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Just think it over, don't let me down. |
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So think it over. |
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Just think it over, I'll be around. |