| Degrade me, my purpose
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| Bury me beneath the surface
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| I’m scratching, I’m clawing
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| Trying hard to make them pay
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| Can’t stand me, beside me Kid you not, your kiss sure killed me The cold of my barrel
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| Never sees the light of day
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| Call me, call me, you could only hurt the story
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| Call me, call me, I’ll be there to shine a light
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| The smell on the speakers
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| Sweaty ballroom dancing fever
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| They gather in numbers
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| Ever for a closer view
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| The cease fire the weaker
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| Hair so red I couldn’t keep her
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| The dogs hound the neighbours
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| Everything was blown away
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| Call me, call me, you could only hurt the story
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| Call me, call me, I’ll be there to shine a light
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| Machine, machines, point me to the nearest party
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| You’ll see, you’ll see, baby it’s the only way
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| Call me, call me, you could only
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| Call me, call me, I’ll be there
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| Machines, machines, point me to the nearest party |