| Just because I love your skin
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| Doesn’t mean I’ll jump in
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| The water’s clean and warm and green
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| I’m not allowed to swim
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| I’m scared of getting in
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| Batteries and Holy Ghosts
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| Buried in my bag of bones
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| She said they would help me to grow
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| Said feeding the stomach is feeding the soul
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| Spider web and harlequins
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| Wrapped around your sticky wings
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| It’s pretty but it’s hurting like hell
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| Cause I know that I’m unwell
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| My body’s made of shell
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| And I know that you can tell
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| Beat me at my own damn game
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| Fucking with my goddamn brain
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| Now I will never win again
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| Better to love than to have and to hold
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| I heard that you like to swim
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| Doesn’t mean I’m gonna jump in
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| But I’ll put on my swimming set
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| Cause I know I’m going to get wet
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| I know I’m going to get wet
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| I know I’m going to get wet
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| Just because I love your skin
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| Doesn’t mean I’ll jump in
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| The water’s clean and warm and green
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| I’m not allowed to swim
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| I’m scared of getting in |