| One glance to break you away from her
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| A bond you sanctioned by sound
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| And honored with a lack of penetration
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| Eating daisies and licking roses
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| The bitter fruits of bickering politicians
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| And there he stood a model of perfection
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| Careless and fit with contempt for me
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| Could you predict this before you
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| Did you fall to your knees in guilt
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| Could you fake a single tear to tide over his want of righteousness
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| What would it take?
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| Time to sort out your mind still crippled by deviance?
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| Take it off and show yourself. |
| I touch not out of want or need
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| I haven’t the taste for bitterness. |
| I touch nothing for it’s all you are
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| There’s that thought again. |
| There’s no one here but you and me
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| No one needs to know a thing. |
| It’s a done deal, i’ll slip in
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| What happens on the road
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| Will stay on the road
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| Don’t think less of me, i’m just a man with needs
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| I won’t tell you twice to get out of my head
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| And stay awake behind locked doors
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| And there she stood a model of temptation
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| Again, wet and willing with no faith in me
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| Still i passed your twisted test whether in the flesh or in my dreams
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| Get out of my head and stay awake behind closed doors
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| Come not with me to correct and condemn
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| Get out of my bed and stay awake |