| I cross the line
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| From time to time
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| No self respect
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| Still in denial
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| I paid for love
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| And peace of mind
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| It’s not enough
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| Oh, Caroline
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| God I swear
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| You know she loves it when I pull her hair
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| (Life isn’t fair)
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| Always fucked up
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| To forget about the feeling
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| In my gut I’m needing symmetry
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| Oh my love
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| I gave it all
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| But it’s just not enough
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| (Leave it alone)
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| Forbidden fruit at the rendezvous
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| Bad girls are cuckoo and use voodoo to ruin you
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| Just another narcissistic bore
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| Racking up that attention score
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| 12 selfies; |
| the daily chore
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| In reality it’s worth nothing more
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| Only exists to take up more space
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| They’ll suck the soul from your eager face
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| Big ass claws that make your skin crawl
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| Nothing in the attic but some ethanol
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| To know me more
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| You’ll love me less
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| I sprung a leak
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| Of happiness
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| Two strangers meet
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| To loathe themselves
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| And always feel
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| Like hollow shells
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| God I swear
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| You know she loves it when I pull her hair
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| (Life isn’t fair)
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| Always fucked up
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| To forget about the feeling
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| In my gut I’m needing symmetry
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| Oh my love
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| I gave it all
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| But it’s just not enough
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| (Leave it alone)
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| Forbidden fruit at the rendezvous
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| Bad girls are cuckoo and use voodoo to ruin you
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| Appreciation is non existent
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| She’s in Webster’s, look up sadistic
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| Posts a nudie, calls it artistic
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| Posts a quote, «I'm such a sophistical»
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| I know that you think I’m on to you
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| Step back and think, «Well, is it tried and true?»
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| You think you’ve put me in my place
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| So watch me transcend my prophecy |