| I am a pain in you’re ass
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| And I’m wondering how long it’s gonna last
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| Be my mirror, be my friend,
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| Be the workhouse of the energy
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| I twist your arm to spin
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| Everyday, like a power station
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| You know it isn’t good
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| I know you’re burning too much wood
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| Oh, and you burn out
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| The twisted irony is
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| Your ashes come home to me
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| Come home to me
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| So we take a walk
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| To make some sense
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| And I’m wondering if you fancy my advance
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| I have pushed you
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| Way too far
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| And you say Fuck you little princess
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| Who the hell do you think you are?
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| Everyday, like a power station
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| You know it isn’t good
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| You know you’re burning too much wood
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| But I said if you burn out
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| The twisted irony is
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| Your ashes come home to me
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| Come home to me
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| Come home to me
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| Yeah well your ashes come home to me
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| Come home to me
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| Come home to me |