| Dinner candlelight on skin
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| Mirroring the fire burning within
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| Even though my love was plenty
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| I was only one of many
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| She took me to the peak
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| Where the weakest of the weak
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| Of the coldest feelings speak
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| Coming up with techniques
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| And none are ever good enough to get her back
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| None are ever good enough
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| Whatcha gonna do about that?
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| I’m gonna kill kill kill
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| If it makes you feel better
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| I’m gonna kill kill kill
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| If it makes you feel better
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| I’m gonna get you a thrill
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| If it makes you feel better
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| I’m not gonna be standing still
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| If you feel better
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| «Yes,» she said «I am»
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| When I said «hello» to that femme
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| And said «Clearly, you are free…
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| …to be my enemy’s enemy’s enemy»
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| She’d make me a murderer
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| And I have to tell
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| When you fall under her spell
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| A door opens in hell
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| Whatcha gonna do?
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| In the middle of the coldest ever night
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| Yeah we talk and we cook and we fuck and we fight
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| Who am I to stand still?
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| Pinnochio’s lumber mill |