| To get this think tank running
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| I must suffer this drought
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| You’re nothing but made of water
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| My brain is flooded with my doubt
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| Now I draw in circles
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| I saunter on and on
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| To carry your daughter
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| So you can show your unconditional love
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
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| To get this blood bank pumping
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| I want all of you out
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| These bitches all make me ill and
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| I do not bargain with self-love
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| This is my temple
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| This is my wailing wall
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| And I will tell all
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| As my legacy is echoed on repeat
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| Their armies be close on my heels
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| Chase my shadow for nothing
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| They hunting for all of my skin
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| The walls of my shack to cave in
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| Their armies be close on my heels
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| Chase my shadow for nothing
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| They hunting for all of my skin
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| The walls of my shack to cave in
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| To be the woman above all
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| To be the man that you want
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| It takes devotion and it takes affection
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| To fit this consummated part
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| Hollow perfection (Objection)
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| You make me feel none, none
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| All self-deception
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| What you see, a mirage of ideals
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| Their armies be close on my heels
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| Chase my shadow for nothing
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| They hunting for all of my skin
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| The walls of my shack to cave in
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| Their armies be close on my heels
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| Chase my shadow for nothing
|
| They hunting for all of my skin
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| The walls of my shack to cave in
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| (Their armies be close on my heels)
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| (Chase my shadow for nothing)
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| To get this blood bank pumping
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| (They hunting for all of my skin)
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| (The walls of my shack to cave in)
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love, your love
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| Your love, your love, your love, your love, your love, your love |