| I could never be as good as you no matter what I do
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| It could take a million years or a bottle of clues
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| I’m following you to where I need to go
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| It’s a powerless move, but I’m so eager to know
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| Exactly how you figured out how to master such an art
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| The practice of passion is a masochistic march
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| I have to give it to you, your happiness has sparked
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| Such a cabin fever twist of kissing magic in the dark
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| I’m after you. |
| I know exactly where you hide
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| Whether a classroom, a tatoo or the back of my eyes
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| I’m back, and just in time for a miraculous design
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| Dancing perfectly on beat while I stand in the back of the line
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| How long it takes to create a song that makes a million moms
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| Who hated it before say it’s wrong to say no, wait
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| Go to where the small angel hangs grace one toe at a time
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| On the top of a volcano waiting to pay no mind
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| To lie too, it’s high noon, never mind the die wounds
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| It’s all in due time, soon, kneel, wide ruin, I’m you
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| Haven’t you decided that you’re a dime fool?
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| A Slime drool, a crier whose afraid to lie bc no body likes you
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| I’m after you. |
| I know exactly where you hide
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| Whether a classroom a tattoo or the back of my eyes
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| I’m back, and just in time for a miraculous design
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| Dancing perfectly on people I stand in the back of the line |