| Never feel too good in crowds,
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| With folks around
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| When they're playing
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| The anthems of rape culture loud,
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| Crude and proud
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| Creatures being
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| All I've ever done is hide
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| From our times
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| When you're near me
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| Honey, when you kill the lights
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| And kiss my eyes
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| I feel like a person for a moment of my life
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| But you don't know what hell you put me through
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| To have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you
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| To feel your weight in arms I'd never use
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| It's the god that heroin prays to
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| It feels good, girl, it feels good
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| It feels good, girl, it feels good
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| It feels good, girl, it feels good
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| Oh to be alone with you
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| There are questions I can't ask
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| Now at last
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| The worst is over
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| See the way you hold yourself
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| Reel against
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| Your body's borders
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| I know that you hate this place
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| Not a trace
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| Of me would argue
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| Honey, we should run away
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| Oh someday
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| Our baby and her momma
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| And the damaged love she make
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| But I don't know what else that I would give
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| Than try to kiss the skin that crawls from you
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| Then feel your weight in arms I'd never use
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| It's the god that heroin prays to
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| It feels good, girl, it feels good
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| It feels good, girl, it feels good
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| It feels good, girl, it feels good
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| Oh to be alone with you
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| It feels good, girl, it feels good
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| It feels good, girl, it feels good
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| It feels good, girl, it feels good
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| Oh to be alone with you |