| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The sun will shine upon you
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| But not on all the others
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| You are sugar sweet, so fine I’d like to eat
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| Your apple’s poison seed
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| Will be the end of me
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| In the darkest den
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| The coolest lion sends
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| A message to my head
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| It made me squirm, it said
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| You were born to make me die
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| You are the final word, you are the pound another
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| You are the cops that murder my support to love laws
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| You are the persona, you are the broken arrow
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| You are the hunt that shot into everything I do
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| Well and perfectly your soul will leave your body
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| Now that I’m involved with pistols at noon
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| And any moment soon you’ll be so unhappy
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| Because you will finally know that
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| You were born to make me fight
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| You are the final word, you are the pound another
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| You are the cops that murder my support to love laws
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| You are the persona, you are the broken arrow
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| You are the hunt that shot into everything I do
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| We are the final word, we are the love another
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| We are the cops that follow your support to love laws
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| We are the personal and we are the straightened arrow
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| We are the hunt that lays it down for all the reason
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| Give me a reason |