| The cold won’t crack
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| If your cover was blown
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| You’ll do what you need
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| To take what you already own
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| Your praises were sung
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| But the mute can’t sing
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| You’ll do what you please and reply
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| What harm could it bring?
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| Oh, I’m sweet when I say I don’t mean to pry
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| Don’t mind me asking but why the disguise?
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| The conversation’s increasing their cross
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| When you ask how much does that cost?
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| Your phone won’t whine
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| If the king don’t bitch
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| The skin, it’s crawling, crawling
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| You need his thumbs to scratch that itch
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| Oh, I’m sweet when I say I don’t mean to pry
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| Don’t mind me asking but why the disguise?
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| The conversation’s increasing their cross as I find
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| That all the money in time
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| Short on virtue and peace of mind
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| Don’t know what you need
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| Cannot be relieved
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| Don’t know what you want
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| Don’t know when you’re pleased for free
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| Invisble drones
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| A relentless beast
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| Can’t get through the night
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| The stress makes me talk in my sleep
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| And all the money in time
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| Short on virtue and peace of mind
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| Don’t know what you need
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| Cannot be relieved
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| Don’t know what you want
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| Don’t know when you’re pleased for free
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| Don’t know what you need
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| Cannot be relieved
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| Don’t know what you want
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| Don’t know when you’re pleased for free
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| Don’t know what you need
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| Cannot be relieved
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| Don’t know what you want
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| Don’t know when you’re pleased for free |