| Oh, won’t you please tell me how sell them
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| All of your little failures
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| Fake misery screaming from the stage you’re on
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| So come down off your soapbox opera
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| Cut the bullshit
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| I’ve had it with your misery
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| I’ve got a feeling that your emo-tional spat is wearing thing
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| Can you feel the love between us?
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| I can feel it coming on
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| I bite my lip untl there’s nothing left to kiss
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| I pound my fist until there’s nothing left to feel
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| Your masquerade, tell me when shit it do you get it on you
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| Because they believe every little thing you say
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| So come down off your dead horse
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| Ripping off an old sore
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| Talking loud ain’t saying shit
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| Yes, i can see it now-the cover of rolling stone
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| Looking absolutely miserable
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| Can you feel the love between us?
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| I can feel it coming on
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| I bite my lip untl there’s nothing left to kiss
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| I pound my fist until there’s nothing left to feel
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| I’ll bite my lip until there’s nothing left to kiss
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| I’ll pound my fist until there’s nothing left to feel
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| I’ll scream these words until there’s nothing left to say
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| It’s the love between us
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| Can you feel the love between us?
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| I can feel it coming on
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| I bite my lip untl there’s nothing left to kiss
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| I pound my fist until there’s nothing left to feel
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| I bite my lip untl there’s nothing left to kiss
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| I pound my fist until there’s nothing left to feel
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| (until there’s nothing left to feel) |