| I live a life of colored melody
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| Some think it’s cool, some think it’s strange
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| A shift of manic hues, a crippling
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| Beneath all the fuzz is a feeling
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| And a need to strain what is killing
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| I need to love, be loved, beloved, love me
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| Say «I do.»
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| She has a siren voice of certainty
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| A lively prose, a natural gloom
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| She wields a kiss of incredulity
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| And I every time feel amazing
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| In her almond eyes made for gazing
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| I simply must be loving you
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| A femme fatale, a wild slay
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| I know I will
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| (Man, just keep your cool)
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| But, oh my will
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| (Boy, just keep your cool)
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| Gives way
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| I think I’m caving to delirium
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| How did this temptress come my way?
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| With every step it’s getting serious
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| And I every time feel amazing
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| In her almond eyes made for gazing
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| I simply must be loving you |