| Dye your eyes the color of july
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| 40 stripes an no one bats an eye
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| Empty room with nothin' on the walls
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| A telephone that no one seems to call
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| Heavy doses of what may be
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| Catching on to your sorcery
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| Changin' me
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| Lazy lover layin' in the grass
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| Hopin' that this loneliness will pass
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| Thunder fills the old ones with alarm
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| Fingers trace the thinness of the arm
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| Heavy doses of what may be
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| Catching on to your sorcery
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| Changin' me
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| (Me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| (Me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Read my lips and tell me what to do
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| All these songs and I don’t have a clue
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| Lovin' you just never really paid
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| Gonna get back my old job at the arcade
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| Heavy doses of what may be
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| Catching on to your sorcery
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| Changin' me |