| She says
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| It helps with the lights out
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| Her rabid glow
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| Is like braille to the night
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| She swears
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| I'm a slave to the details
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| But if your life is such a big joke
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| Why should I care?
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| The clock is set for nine
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| But you know you're gonna make it eight
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| So that you two can take some time
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| Teach each other to reciprocate
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| She feels that my sentimental side
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| Should be held with kids gloves
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| But she doesn't know
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| That I left my urge in the icebox
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| She swears
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| I'm just prey for the female
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| Well then hook me up and throw me baby cakes
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| 'Cause I like to get hooked
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| The clock is set for nine
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| But you know you're gonna make it eight
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| All the people that you've loved
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| They're all bound to leave some keepsakes
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| I've been swinging all the time
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| Think it's time I learned your way
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| I picture you and me together
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| In the jungle it will be okay
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| I'll bring you when my lifeboat
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| Sails through the night
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| That is supposing that
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| You don't sleep tonight
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| It's like learning a new language
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| Helps me catch up on my mind
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| If you don't bring up those lonely parts
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| This could be a good time
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| It's like learning a new language
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| You come here to me
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| We'll collect those lonely parts
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| And set them down
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| You come here to me
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| She says brief things
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| Her love's a pony
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| My love's subliminal
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| She says brief things
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| Her love's a pony
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| My love's subliminal |