| Gonna take these hands on over
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| Put these filthy lies to bed
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| Wrap you up in dirty blankets
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| Rub my lotion on your head
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| I ate your stale manna
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| Long before it was cornbread
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| And I knew a demon lady
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| I can’t remember what she said
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| And she was a good friend
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| But please don’t make me feel you again
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| Please
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| Please don’t make me feel you again
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| I sailed my ship into ya
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| Turned your sky from gray to red
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| Watch your adulation
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| As your precious stones were bled
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| And if you need an answer
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| I’ll be just around the bend
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| Peering through my looking glass
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| And verifying you attend
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| The courtesies you extend…
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| But please don’t make me feel you again
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| Please
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| Please don’t make me feel you again
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| I can’t explain it but I know that it’s not right
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| Dress yourself in evil gravy
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| Hoping I would take a bite tonight
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| You’ve stated your mind
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| But I’ve never stated mine
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| And when I do
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| You’re gonna drown
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| In all the meanings that you find
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| Between the lines
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| You try to devastate me
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| With those letters that you send
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| Rewriting revelations
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| So my faith will not suspend
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| As I proceed to the end
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| But please don’t make me feel you again
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| Please
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| Please don’t make me feel you again |