| Yo, I thought I was in love last week
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| Turns out that was more explosive than Plastique
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| Something like an overdosage of caffeine
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| First the passion then the crash then the trash heap
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| It’s not that I was overwhelmed by her past deeds
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| Though through her life she been considered a black sheep
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| And due to hatred she behaved like a bad seed
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| She so ashamed what she became that she can’t sleep
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| Just for survival she was fondled by strange dudes
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| So any moment she was liable to change moods
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| A silver tongue but out in public she stayed mute
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| As I’m the Sun it’s only right she was named Moon
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| A few appointments all my points had been made moot
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| And she was poised to be appointed my main muse
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| And she wasn’t after Sand’s paper, I made moves
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| To try and save her much like sandpaper can make smooth
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| But that was doomed
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| Can’t blame the moon
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| For being out at night
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| Can’t tame the moon
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| I’ve tried
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| Yo, I thought I was in love last month
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| If so I fit that classification just that once
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| I’m normally so concentrated on anthems
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| I won’t risk getting aggravated with that stuff
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| The reason we’d established patterns of passion
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| The fact she was too fascinating to pass up
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| My phallus sought a random fan for a fast nut
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| I’d planned to vanish once her pants was unfastened
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| But uhm
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| Not quite
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| Could tell that there was something different that first night
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| The kisses were too intimate for the first time
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| I’s miffed as she was definitely not my type
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| You see she was an avid reader of High Times
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| And she could leave entire liters in hindsight
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| Since she was mostly sober by my side I thought that watching over her might
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| help get her mind right but oh my
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| I guess that I’m in love right now
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| I realize with every rhyme that I write down
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| Still I suggested the indefinite time out
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| Because she not the type for trying to tie down
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| Still everywhere I go I’m keeping my eyes out
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| And every time my cellular bring about sound
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| There’s still a part of me that’s eager to find out
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| The love I lost 'cause she was lost has been now found
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| At last
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| But in the past too many treated her like trash
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| Either beat her, cheated, treated her like a tramp
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| That either she did not believe or could not grasp
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| That she could be the only thing that my life lacked
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| And that protecting her was really my life’s task
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| Wow did I really just write that?
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| I know I got it, ain’t acknowledge it was that bad
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| Dag |