| I want your face to be like any other face I’ve known
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| I want your stare to penetrate the places you’ve been shown
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| I want your jacket to remain the colour I recall
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| I want your words to sound like candy or I’ll shoot you all
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| and the day has been beautiful so far
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| yeah, the day has been beautiful so far
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| I want your skinny legs to be a phoney false alarm
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| I want your bony ass to drag itself back to the farm
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| I want the whiteness in your cheeks to be replaced with red
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| then I want spiderman to spin a cobweb in your head
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| and the day has been beautiful so far
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| yeah, the day has been beautiful so far
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| I’m here with you, driving in your car
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| yeah, the day has been beautiful so far
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| I want my frame to be much prettier than yours can be
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| I want the tigers to ignore you and then follow me
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| I want high heels put on my sneakers so that you can see
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| that I will always be much happier, more wild and free
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| and the day has been beautiful so far
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| yeah, the day has been beautiful so far
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| I’m here with you, driving in your car
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| yeah, the day has been beautiful so far
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| I want my words to grow more eloquent before you go
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| I want your wits to be more seldom spent, I reap your soul
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| I want the darkness in my names to cover up your smile
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| I want your number so that no one else can have a dime
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| and the day has been beautiful so far
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| yeah, the day has been beautiful so far
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| yeah, the day has been beautiful so far
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| I’m here with you, driving in your car
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| yeah, the day has been beautiful so far |