| I never had a moment, anybody waits in line
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| But I’d kill for this feeling, then again
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| Seen you drenched in rubber
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| Pushing at your clothes, so frightening
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| You made for the day, you’re getting out
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| Far, and I’m in love again
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| Far, 'cause I’m going to wear it out
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| Far, and I’m in love again
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| Far, 'cause I know no one’s going
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| To show you how, but I found out
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| I never thought to question leather in a wholesome way
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| Now it’s burning in my brain now put it away
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| Dressed you in cardboard box to suit the time of day
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| But I never get the chance to wear it out
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| Far, and I’m in love again
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| Far, 'cause I’m going to wear it out
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| Far, and I’m in love again
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| Far, 'cause I know no one’s going
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| To show you how, but I found out
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| No one’s going to tell you why, but I’ve got
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| Completely disgraceful
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| You’re crying a watering something
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| Far, and I’m in love again
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| Far, 'cause I’m going to wear it out
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| Far, and I’m in love again
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| Far, 'cause I know no one’s going
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| To show you how, but I found out |