| I’m stressed but you’re freestyle
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| I’m overworked but I’m undersexed
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| I must be made of concrete
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| I signed my name across your chest
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| Give out the same old answers
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| I trot them out for the relatives
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| Company tried and tested
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| I use the ones that I love the best
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| Like an animal, you’re moving over me
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| Like an animal, you’re moving over me
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| When did I get perverted?
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| I can’t remember your name
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| I’m growing introverted
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| You touch my hand and it’s not the same
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| This was so unexpected
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| I never thought I’d get caught
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| Play boomerang with your demons
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| Shoot to kill and you’ll pop them off, bang! |
| Bang!
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| Like an animal, you’re moving over me
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| Like an animal, you’re moving over me
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| You should be sleeping, my love
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| Tell me what you’re dreaming of
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| You should be sleeping, my love
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| Tell me what you’re dreaming of
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| You should be sleeping, my love
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| Tell me what you’re dreaming of
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| You should be sleeping, my love
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| Tell me what you’re dreaming of
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| I knew you were mine for the taking
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| I knew you were mine for the taking
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| I knew you were mine for the taking
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| When I walked in the room
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| I knew you were mine for the taking
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| I knew you were mine for the taking
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| Your eyes light up
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| When I walk in the room
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| A hammering in my head don’t stop
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| In the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles
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| I’m leaving you behind a flash in the pan
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| A storm in a teacup
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| A needle in a haystack
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| A prize for the winning
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| A dead for the raising
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| A catch for the chasing
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| A jewel for the choosing
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| A man for the making in this blistering heat
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| Sweat it all out
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| Sweat it all out
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| With your bedroom eyes and your baby pouts
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| Sweat it all out
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| In our electric storms and our shifting sands
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| Our candy jars and our sticky hands
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| Sweat it all out
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| Sweat it all out
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| Sweat it all out
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| Sweat it all out
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| Sweat it all out
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| Sweat it all out
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| Don’t forget what I wrote you then
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| And don’t forget what I told you then
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| And don’t forget I that I’m meant to win
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| And don’t forget your Ventolin
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| So a hammering in my head don’t stop
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| In the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles |