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Well, Hey... |
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You're bringing back heartache, now a first name basis. |
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You shift the blame on me, but I have this crutch |
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and it treats me well |
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and it makes me blush. |
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You say that we went astray from the moment that we let our hands have their way... |
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Or brains? Are they one in the same? |
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In the moments we fake and the motions we slave. |
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I'm working on my pity and I'm sacrificing truth. |
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I'm acknowledging the moments that I've wasted on you. |
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I'm igniting all the ladies' hearts with movements set on me. |
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I'm delivering the holocaust with sheep and bloody knees. |
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I'm complaining while indifferent and still honestly confused. |
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I am humble, I am heartache, I am young and abused. |
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I am numb, but I feel everything, I'm giving it all to you... |
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As a gift, as a plea, as a right to abuse. |
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I lost myself, I found my way. |
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I've touched your thighs, I've felt your pain. |
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I've cried out loud, I've told the truth. |
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I've sacrificed my hold on you. |
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You're innocent, you spread your legs, you played your part, you had your way. |
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You've dug your hole, you've paved the way. |
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Well, you're hip and a flop and on top of the food chain. |
