| I want to tear out half the pages
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| I want to create a different colour
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| I want to roll your thoughts and smoke ‘em
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| I want to crush this bitter softness
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| But Mr. Want is dead
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| He was sick for a long time
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| I would have liked to have known him
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| But he left too soon
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| Now Mr. Want is dead
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| He was sick for a long time
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| I would have liked to have known him
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| But he left too soon
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| I want to bathe in the sea of rescue
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| I want to knit a sweater for the moon
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| I want to steal your breath and sell it
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| I want to pour honey on the blade
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| But Mr. Want is dead
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| He was sick for a long time
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| I would have liked to have known him
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| But he left too soon
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| Now Mr. Want is dead
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| He was sick for a long time
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| I would have liked to have known him
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| But he left too soon
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| Yeah… soon… yeah… soon
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| Yeah… soon… yeah
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| I want to escape this endless freedom
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| I want to laugh like summer lightning
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| I want to ignore your best seduction
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| I want to love with all my hatred
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| But Mr. Want is dead
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| He was sick for a long time
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| I would have liked to have known him
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| But he left too soon
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| Now Mr. Want is dead
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| He was sick for a long time
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| I would have liked to have known him
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| But he left too soon
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| Now Mr. Want is dead
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| He was sick for a long time
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| I would have liked to have known him
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| But he left too soon
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| Now Mr. Want is dead
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| He was sick for a long time
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| I would have liked to have known him
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| But he left too soon |