| Make it feel better, make it heal
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| Make it end, please
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| Baby, make it feel so good
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| Make it cotton candy
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| Oxycontin candy
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| I want you to know right now
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| I want you to know right now
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| I want you, I want you
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| I want you more right now
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| I want you, I want you
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| Maybe more than ever
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| Taste heaven inside of you
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| By the time that I’m empty and quiet
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| I realize what love can do
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| It can make even tame dogs violent
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| It’ll stare you in the face and laugh
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| Take away your pain then bring it back
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| It’ll kiss you on the lips so fast
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| Revert you to a kid then stab your back, back
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| Told me you were searching for a God
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| Sounded like you were giving up
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| We can watch our bodies fall apart
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| They can call it modern art
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| No more need for questions
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| All the answers packaged
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| In a pretty pink form, a pretty red form
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| A pretty green, pretty
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| No more need for questions
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| All the answers packaged
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| In a pretty pink form, a pretty red form
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| A pretty green, pretty
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| I want you to know right now
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| I want you to know right now
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| I want you, I want you
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| I want you more right now
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| I want you, I want you
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| Maybe more than ever
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| Papi hid you in the top drawer
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| With the cottons and the stick pins
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| Half dead man in a living room
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| We were all born victims
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| That don’t mean shit
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| Nothing’s prettier to any human being
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| Than this meaningless existence
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| Full of wish after wish after wish after wish after
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| Guts all scattered on the floor, Picasso
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| Injured bird in your palm
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| We will all be fossils
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| But for now, let’s feel less awful
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| Tread lightly
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| Walk slow
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| That’s the gospel
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| That’s the gospel
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| That’s the God
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| I want you to know right now
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| I want you to know right now
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| I want you, I want you
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| I want you more right now
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| I want you, I want you
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| I want you more right now
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| I want you |