| It’s been a few days since I said a word
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| Except to order drinks, maybe something sweet
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| My voice gets quieter and quieter, I think
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| Sometimes they bring me meat
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| Don’t understand which treats
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| I desire, but I just can’t say
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| What I desire
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| It’s not a problem, must stop thinking that
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| I’ll have to break this spell
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| But I’m not inclined to tell
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| All my secrets, my new secrets
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| Don’t even know what I’m supposed to know
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| Don’t understand how to conspire
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| I"m at the theater now, a big pink box
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| Puff pastry decorations and enlightenment fluff
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| Guns going off, naked bodies everywhere
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| No-one knows I’m packing real heat
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| And if my gun goes off, who would I hit?
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| And if I only knew what turns me on
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| I’d be like you, I’d have more fun
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| And if I only could create
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| A problem worthy of escape |