| i’m in love
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| with an icon. |
| i didn’t expect him to call
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| i’m crushed and ground in some disaster
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| i feel like a criminal
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| turn out the light, don’t crush me i get a bruise and i’m not even touching, touching
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| are you sincere or are you dangling bair
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| and if i bit will you judge me i don’t know what’s genuine
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| i go back and forth with him
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| does a screw make a bad lynch pin
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| i don’t know what’s genuine
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| i think about this is a grin with a ???
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| i thought i couldn’t be touched until they tagged me out
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| and i didn’t even feel it at all
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| the bigger the hands, so full of s***
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| the neighborhood is one crowded bed
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| they’re all so strange ???
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| i don’t know what’s genuine
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| so i go back and forth with him
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| does a screw make a bad lynch pin
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| i don’t know what’s genuine
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| oh i’m losing control
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| who’s in control
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| i’m losing control
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| can’t be touched
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| i don’t know what’s genuine
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| so i go back and forth with him
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| does a screw make a bad lynch pin
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| i don’t know what’s genuine |