| My blessed son, you…
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| You’ve got a lot to learn
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| So I’m your best friend
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| You love me, and
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| Well I’ll tell you something:
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| «we're on the road to messy.»
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| Now the bees behind my eyes sing «beware,»
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| But my bee-stung tongue wants in there
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| Beware, beware, beware of me
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| If your heart is not on my side
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| If your heart is not on my side
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| If your heart is not on my side
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| You’re not on my side anymore
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| I steal a piece of your diary
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| I don’t think that looks like me
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| Am I so cold, now that I’m older?
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| I tell you stories
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| That doesn’t mean you know me
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| Now the bees behind my eyes sing, «beware,»
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| But my bee-stung tongue wants in there
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| So come at me with mouth open wide
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| And i, like a jerk, I crawl inside
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| Beware, beware, beware of me
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| If your heart is not on my side
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| If your heart is not on my side
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| If your heart is not on my side, you’re not on my side anymore |