| Something so innocent,
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| began then came and went
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| keeps coming back to around to haunt you in the end.
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| You think we’re fighting now,
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| it’s all the same somehow,
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| loves tortured all artist wrecks the masterpeice again.
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| Used to be clear what the looking glass said,
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| now everythings hazzy baby nothings making sense.
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| Hey sister pretty, your lips are on the city,
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| everybodys waiting for the honeymoon to end.
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| j22 17 1613i2324145p 13o
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| I’m still trying to stop this thing from dying,
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| don’t forget to kiss me before you beat me up again.
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| Nothing so powerful yet so frustrating,
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| Nothing so personal as a gift thats from your heart.
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| Nothing so damaging so devestating,
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| Nothing so closer yet so far apart.
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| It used to be clear what the looking glass said,
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| now everythings hazzy baby nothings making sense.
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| Hey sister pretty, your lips are on the city,
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| everybodys waiting for the honeymoon to end.
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| j22 17 1613i2324145p 13o
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| I’m still trying to stop this thing from dying,
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| don’t forget to kiss me before you beat me up again.
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| Hey sister pretty, your lips are on the city,
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| everybodys waiting for the honeymoon to end.
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| j22 17 1613i2324145p 13o
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| I’m still trying to stop this thing from dying,
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| Don’t forget to kiss me before you beat me up again.
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| Don’t forget to kiss me before you beat me up you beat me up again |