| So, it’s sad this doesn’t suit you now.
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| And me fresh out of rope…
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| Please ignore this lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
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| So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
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| I’ll be forever grateful to this and you.
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| It’s only you, beautiful.
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| Or I don’t want anyone.
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| If I can choose it’s only you.
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| Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
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| Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
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| I shot the pilot, now I’m begging you to fly this for me.
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| I’m here for you to use, broken and bruised.
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| Do you understand?
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| It’s only you, beautiful.
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| Or don’t want anyone.
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| If I can choose, it’s only you.
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| But how could I miscalculate… perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
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| If I can choose, it’s only you.
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| «We're wrecking» and I’m dry like a drum… when you scream
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| so fine I’ll leave… we’re spent… we’ve got time and trials…
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| measured in miles… we slave for days (and weeks).
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| It’s only you, beautiful.
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| Or I don’t want anyone.
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| If I can choose. |
| It’s only you.
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| But how could I miscalculate… perfect lies from a perfect dame.
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| If I can choose… it’s only you. |