| Cover up the bruise
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| Feathers of splendor
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| Fly me off the rails
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| In circles of abuse, we flock together
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| Spit and polish your tale
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| Slaves for attention, for aid
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| (I really wanna take you home)
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| Don’t touch what you can’t take care of, no
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| (Keep your head when your eyes roam)
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| Don’t scratch where your hands don’t belong
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| It takes a stronger man than I am
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| It takes a stronger man than I am…
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| Too good to be true
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| Beauty breeds trouble
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| Don’t believe I know your name.
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| Angels running loose
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| Rubies in the rubble
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| Prey to the birds, early days
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| (I really wanna take you home)
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| Don’t touch what you can’t take care of, no
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| (Keep your head when your eyes roam)
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| Don’t scratch where your hands don’t belong
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| (I really wanna take you home)
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| I really wanna take you home
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| (Keep your head when your eyes roam)
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| Keep your head when your eyes roam.
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| Hard to pretend
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| Born to give in
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| Weakness for affection
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| No reason to defend
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| Cheap entertainment
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| It takes a stronger man than I am
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| It takes a stronger man than I am…
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| (I really wanna take you home)
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| Don’t touch what you can’t take care of, no
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| (Keep your head when your eyes roam)
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| Don’t scratch where your hands don’t belong |