| Is this what you wanted?
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| Did you even think twice?
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| Didn’t they tell you that anything that feels this good
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| Comes with a price
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| It gave you such a rush
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| Now you think you’ve had enough
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| It’s not that easy to walk away
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| This is the hard stuff
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| And everything matters, everything matters
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| Every little thing you do
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| That smoldering tingle under your skin
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| That sweet, delicious, but not-so-original sin
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| And when the world becomes too little or too much
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| The shadow mind contrives
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| The triumph and the tragedy that we invite into our lives
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| And Adam glanced back at the tree
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| As he was leaving
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| Said, «Baby, that’s the price we pay
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| Knowing is grieving»
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| And everything matters, everything matters
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| Everything you say, everything you do
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| And the past comes back to smack you around
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| For all the things you thought you got for free
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| For the arrogance to think that you could somehow
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| Defy the laws of gravity
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| These are lessons in humility
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| Penitence for past offenses
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| Consequences, consequences
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle
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| You can’t get the genie back in the bottle |