| We got a minefield of crippled affection
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| All for the borrowed mirror connection
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| That’s why I’m leaving this spoken detention
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| I’m a romance addict so that I can confess that:
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| I get world sick every time I take a stand
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| Well, I get world sick, my love is for my man
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| We got a lady who’s wanting to dance
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| Men with the maybe looking for endings
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| And I get world sick every time I take a stand
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| Yeah, I get world sick, my love is for my man
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| I’m sick of the self-love, losing the «bless me»
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| The exit the roof of the rule of what we’ll be
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| And all the destroyers that never wore dresses
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| They live for the older, well, I’ll confess this:
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| I get world sick every time I take a stand
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| Well, I get world sick, my love is for my man
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| I get world sick every time I take a stand
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| Well, I get world sick, my love is for my man |