| I’m a broken record
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| Come wriggle out from underneath me
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| Tied around the middle
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| Not incorrupt and rotting out
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| When you lift the lid I will be liquid
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| All swimming in my skin
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| There’s a sweetness to that
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| There’s a sweetness to that
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| There’s a sweetness to that
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| There’s a sweetness to that
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| Bullish you are when you said I’m colorful
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| It’s like you’re trying to harm me
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| Aren’t we now?
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| Foolish I was ever growing foolisher
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| Sticking in the salt until you cottonmouth
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| You’re tired and you’re dried out
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| Two lovers on other islands
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| Two lovers on other islands
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| The charts of all the stars you read
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| They make me feel illest at ease
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| The teasing blink of a plane
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| And now you cut it back and buds will form
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| There’s flooding on the bottom floor
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| Don’t go upstairs, it’ll trap you up there
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| So lay back, arms out, all-in, unfeeling
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| I’ll keep my deep, pristine, unflinching cool |