| I don’t wanna be the cold girl sighing on your floor
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| I don’t wanna be the stray dog scratching at your door
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| I don’t want sympathy for feeling I’m the worst
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| Or thinking I won’t do
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| I populate the great pipe with unholy thoughts
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| And I wear them like they’re true
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| I just wanna be good
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| I just wanna be good to you
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| I don’t wanna be the woodworm bringing down your church
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| I don’t wanna be the side wind blowin' up the dirt
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| I don’t know much about tra la la
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| I’m not looting for her ghost
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| I just want clarity in making roads and I want them to be ours
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| I just wanna be good
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| I just wanna be good to you
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| I’m a lovely little land
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| I was good on paper
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| I just wanna be good
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| I just wanna be good to you |