| I’m all used up, pretty boy
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| Over and over again, my nail colors are wearing off
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| See my hands, pretty boy
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| What do they tell you?
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| 'Cause I’ve looked down at them, not knowing why
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| And after everything’s done and I’m all undone
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| You can hear my high heels walking on
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| Clickety-clacking through the night
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| I’m carrying my bag of bones
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| Fluorescent store lights, you shine through the night
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| Illuminate my pores and you tear me apart
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| Mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?
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| I’m tired of this searching, would you let me let go?
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| I know my room is a mess
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| Over and over again I tell myself I’ll clean tomorrow
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| Just move the stuff up off the bed
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| And do what you came here to do
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| But first, open up a window for me
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| And let the cool air in, feel the night slip in
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| As it softly glides along your back
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| And I hope you leave right before the sun comes up
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| So I can watch it alone
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| Fluorescent store lights, you shine through the night
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| Illuminate my pores and you tear me apart
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| Mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?
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| I’m tired of this searching, would you let me let go?
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| And I can take a little bit more
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| Let’s shake this poet out of the beast
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| Just a, just a little bit more
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| Let’s shake this poet out of the beast |