| Artist: evaline
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| Title: La de da
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| Well, it was written there in your blood
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| That we were all forged out of them all
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| As you sat quietly in your antique chair, and stared
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| I gave it all I could, and I, I gave it hell
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| Well, oh, I guess I don’t care
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| Step away from my lips
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| Step away from my throat
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| If you need me let me know
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| Step away from my lips
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| Step away from my throat
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| Oh, just let me know
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| Well, you were catalogue coming script of boyish tales
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| Of all his conquests of the damsels in distress, whoa oh
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| As he seeks inside your heart out and multiply
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| And the pain beneath your eyes gets,
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| gets captured and glossed.
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| Step away from my lips
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| Step away from my throat
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| If you need me let me know
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| Step away from my lips
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| Step away from my throat
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| So, step away from my lips
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| Step away from my throat
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| Oh, just let me know
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| Step away from my lips
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| Step away from my throat
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| Oh, just let me know
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| Step away from my lips
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| Step away from my throat
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| Whoa, oh
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| Step away from my lips
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| Step away from my throat
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| Whoa, oh
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| Step away from my, my, my, my
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| Step away from my throat
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| Whoa, oh
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| Step away from my, my, my, my
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| Step away from my throat
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| Whoa, oh just let me know |