| Fresh in love
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| And crushing hard again
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| New currency to spend
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| And nothing else could matter
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| The two of us
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| You’re ashes and I’m dust
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| We’re both so Freshly Fucked
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| And nothing else matters
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| Fresh and Fucked
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| We’re blissed out of our heads
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| We can’t stay out of bed
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| And nothing else matters
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| Stuck with luck
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| We’re both so freshly fucked
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| We’re both so freshly fucked
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| And nothing else could matter
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| Sweat Defeat
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| You know we’re not ashamed
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| To walk this walk of shame
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| We’re walking under ladders
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| I wave a flag
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| And you said a sweet salute
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| We’re both so fucking cute
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| Our modesty is shattered
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| Fresh and Fucked
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| And raised up from the dead
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| Like Lazarus in bed
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| And nothing else matters
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| Drunk in luck
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| We’re both so freshly fucked
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| We’re both so freshly fucked
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| And nothing else could matter
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| We don’t care
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| We’ll throw it in their face
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| We’ve lost our stately grace
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| Our dignity in tatters
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| And we’re aware
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| We’re kind of being dicks
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| We make our married friends sick
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| We forgot our manners
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| Fresh and Fucked
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| We’re blissed out of our heads
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| You fucked me in your bed
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| And nothing else could matter
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| Stuck with luck
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| We’re both so freshly fucked
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| We’re both so freshly fucked
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| And nothing else matters
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| Freshly Fucked
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| We’re both so freshly fucked |