| Those secrets that you’ve know
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| Well you’re the only one I’ve ever told
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| Like the summers as a child I spent alone
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| On the beach searching for gold
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| Make no mistake
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| I’m exactly
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| I’m exactly what you make me
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| And now I just want to dance at your funeral
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| Because I already paid the band
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| With the gold I found buried in the sand
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| Was I ever part of the life you had planned
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| Those secrets that you’ve known
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| Well you’re the only one I’ve ever told
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| Like that Christmas that I spent alone
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| Trying to stay alive until you got home
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| Visions of you with a stranger on a semen soaked love seat patterned floral
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| If you can cast the first stone
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| Well you can be the first to call me immoral
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| Make no mistake
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| I’m exactly
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| I’m exactly what you’ve made me
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| And now I just want to dance at your funeral
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| Because I already paid the band
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| With the gold I found buried in the sand
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| Was I ever part of the life you had planned
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| Those secrets that you’ve known
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| Well you’re the only one I’ve ever told
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| Like the time you bailed me out of jail and you cried the whole way home
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| Then you left and I loved myself with a closed fist and your shampoo for added
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| bliss
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| I must admit
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| I’ve gotten better since
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| I vomit blood when I’m my happiest
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| Make no mistake
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| Make no mistake
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| Make no mistake
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| I’m exactly
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| What
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| You
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| Made
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| Me
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| Those sects that you’ve known
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| Well you’re the only one I ever told
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| So I suggest you stop snooping though my things whenever I’m not home |