| Oh, so, your weak rhyme
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| You doubt I’ll bother, reading into it
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| I probably won’t, left to my own devices
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| But that’s the difference in our opinions
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| You’re a mouthful
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| That amounts for another week on my own
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| Now I’m a novel, made resourceful
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| I start a chain with my thought
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| Talk is cheap, my darling
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| When you’re feeling right at home
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| I wanna make you move with confidence
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| I wanna be with you alone
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| So help me help you start it
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| You’re too comfortable to know
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| Throwing out those words
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| No, you gotta feel it on your own
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| Cold pain, I cannot sustain it
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| That’s what I’m thinking, not what I’m drinking
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| I hold up my ways, these thoughts are pervasive
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| It’s not a statement, but peace can be evasive
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| You’re a mouthful
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| That amounts for another week on my own
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| Now I’m a novel, made resourceful
|
| I start a chain with my thought
|
| Talk is cheap, my darling
|
| When you’re feeling right at home
|
| I wanna make you move with confidence
|
| I wanna be with you alone
|
| So help me help you start it
|
| You’re too comfortable to know
|
| Throwing out those words
|
| No, you gotta feel it on your own
|
| Talk is cheap, my darling
|
| When you’re feeling right at home
|
| I wanna make you move with confidence
|
| I wanna be with you alone
|
| So help me help you start it
|
| You’re too comfortable to know
|
| Throwing out those words
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| No, you gotta feel it on your own |