| Perfectly blended nasty and nice
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| When you closed shop that night I gave in without a fight
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| I already had too many that week
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| Unprepared to do battle on so little sleep
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| I don’t care about your other little boys or girls
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| Snail trail across this town that’s your choice and you will
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| Don’t believe you want this to end
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| Some things seem so natural by your side
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| Like exploring haunted houses and laying out at night
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| Staring at the branches and the backlit sky
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| That moment was complete
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| Nothing unfulfilled about it
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| Other times, blank slate
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| Slate vain with promise, anticipation
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| Confusion, desire
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| Desire, confusion
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| Since before the beginning
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| Always start when I hear your name
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| «Grr,» means, «let's purr»
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| It was an awful lot of fun and you seem to concur
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| Tracing a summer diary
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| Full of similar scratches
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| Only deeper, is a proper way to say
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| Goodbye
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| Girl playing pear-shaped, a ruthless carpet beggar
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| I’ll hope for the former and pray for the latter
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| A man to kiss and hug would bore you to death
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| So please take back all those kind things you said |
| Hopeless romantic means naked ambition
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| And sparks fly frantic and naked stays hidden
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| Such a cold dismissal
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| Like letting out the cat, blowing on a thistle
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| You did me a favor by cutting me off
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| I did myself the embarrassment of showing how soft I can be
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| A total cave-in
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| A total cave-in
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| Your curiosity
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| Finally stared me down
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| Watching you dissect the other side
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| Is an endless source of amusement and pride
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| You carved your initials on their learning tree
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| And bored a hole through the arrogant heart of their breed
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| So many layers covering up what’s deep inside
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| Doesn’t keep it hidden from my sight
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| You’re afraid I’ll see there’s nothing there
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| But there is
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| There is
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| When you conquer that fear
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| It’s gonna be tremendous
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| So, flowers for a self-made superstar
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| Don’t wait, go and buy yourself a really good cigar
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| You already have something better than fame
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| An inner-strength that’s growing every day
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| Growing every day
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| Thanks for the bread, salt, and kindness
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| If I hit another dead nerve I’ll call your highness
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| When you read this letter aloud |
| Be careful to emphasize the rusty tune horn half
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| Beg bittersweet taste of my crown
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| When it’s been tossed around
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| When it’s been used as a testing ground
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| A girl, a plan, a canal
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| Palriga
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| A girl, a plan, a canal
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| Palriga
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| A girl, a plan, a canal
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| Palriga
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| Palriga tramples through the loneliest of towns
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| The isolation is tremendous
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| You be the girl
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| And you always will |