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Oh, slow |
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Oh, slow |
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You make it right |
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You make it right |
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You make alright |
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43 is 2, slow, oh |
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Show my things to you |
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Oh, slow |
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Doo doo doo |
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Doo doo |
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Doo doo doo |
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Doo doo |
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Oh, horror me they're gonna eat me, see right through you |
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You've changed, yeah you've changed |
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And now everybody pointed right through you |
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And how I had to tie a ribbon around a little bird's leg |
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Oh, you need a little privacy to see a little space through |
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I don't wanna be a liar's curse |
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Is it getting better or is it getting worse? |
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Makes us all a blossom down |
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An acrid act to be around |
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Gambling style, press it while |
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Present like Bovary's child |
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Whoever came here left their dust |
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Horror me, yeah it's a must, must, must |
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Oh... |
