| I am leaving.
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| I’m a lesion.
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| I unravel to the leeches.
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| I’m unpleasant.
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| I’m not loving, I’m not loving, I’m not loving.
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| I’m not listening.
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| I’m not talking.
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| I am tango to the speechless.
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| I’m obnoxious.
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| I’m not loving, I’m not loving, I’m not loving.
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| Just call up the guys with the samurai swords.
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| Just call up the guys with the samurai swords.
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| Someone else will love you like a rainstorm.
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| Someone else will drown in your long strong arms.
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| I’m not president at all, I don’t know how that feels.
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| I’m not flawless. |
| I’m not cautious. |
| I am blazing out the houses. |
| I am poison.
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| I’m not loving, I’m not loving, I’m not loving.
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| I’m not focused.
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| I’m not stable.
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| There’s no patience, no salvation.
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| There’s no heartache.
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| I’m not loving, I’m not loving, I’m not loving.
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| Just call up the guys with the samurai swords.
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| Just call up the guys with the samurai swords.
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| Someone else will love you like a rainstorm.
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| Someone else will drown in your long, strong arms.
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| I’m not president at all, I don’t know how that feels.
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| I don’t know how that feels.
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| Just call up the guys with the samurai swords.
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| Just call up the guys with the samurai swords.
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| Someone else will love you like a rainstorm.
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| Someone else will drown in your long, strong arms.
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| I’m not president at all, I don’t know how that feels. |