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Eustacia Vye, forbidden fruit of my eye |
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Oh why the long face of utter sorrow? |
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I was getting high |
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When you proposed that you and I |
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Clandestinely meet on the 'morrow |
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But I haven't seen it yet |
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I wanna see it, yes |
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So let me get you into bed |
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So I can see it |
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I'm glad you were born, kid |
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We are stars in a septic sea |
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Meet me in the sky, so we can be free |
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My Bostonian love |
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Out of fear of sounding dumb |
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I think you have a drinking problem |
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And my Bostonian love |
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Out of fear of sounding dumb again |
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Why do you date so many women? |
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But I haven't seen it yet |
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I wanna see it, yes |
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So let me get you into bed |
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So I can see it |
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I'm glad you were born, kid |
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We are stars in a septic sea |
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Meet me in the sky, we can be free |
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I'm glad you were born, kid |
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We are stars in a septic sea |
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Meet me in the sky, we can be free |
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I'm glad you were born, kid |
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We are stars in a septic sea |
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Meet me in the sky, we can be free |
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Meet me in the sky, we can be free |
