| Creeping, throbbing, shot it from corner toward
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| Trying to part their whispers from shouting encore
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| This will is itching, this want is making me soar
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| What is expected, to seem a happy whore?
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| Come on, just kill these demands and notions
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| All this commotion is not worth it
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| Come on, just give this a second coming
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| An age is dawning with our smiles and laughter
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| One foot forward, will you be catching my fall?
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| Once I give, I know you’ll be claiming more (from me)
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| And, you had me scratching, you have been talking me sore
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| What is expected, to carry you in my arms?
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| Come on, just kill these demands and notions
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| All this commotion is not worth it
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| Come on, just give this a second coming
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| An age is dawning with our smiles and laughter
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| Come on, just kill this
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| Come on, just kill these demands and notions
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| All this commotion is not worth it (not worth it)
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| Come on, just give this a second coming
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| An age is dawning with our smiles and laughter (our smiles and laughter) |