| A short dance is all I can offer you
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| I’ve no plans of letting this ensue
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| But you look so hot tonight
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| I’d swear you were steam
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| Rising up from underneath
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| I’ll set traps in your bed timed to explode
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| Make certain no one ever knows
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| That I was with you once
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| Never to be again
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| With all addictions lost
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| There’s no time to notice
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| Or how I’ll match up to you (the state of cringing)
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| And every weekend spent
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| Just condescending
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| In lieu of truth
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| Scarred hands stretch out to make me promise you
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| There’s no chance of letting out the truth
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| And you look so hot tonight
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| I’d swear you were steam
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| Crawling out from under me
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| I’ll tie hooks in your hair so your lover knows
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| You’ve adapted to anything everyone throws
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| And I am not him who used to lay beside you
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| With all addictions lost
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| There’s no time to notice
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| Or how I’ll match up to you (the state of cringing)
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| And every weekend spent
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| Just condescending
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| In lieu of truth (building a better you)
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| Small feet, I’m barely an engine
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| I won’t let you stop this ascension
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| So come on, come on, give me an answer
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| I won’t let this slip until then
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| Does this sound strange to you?
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| The whole world scorched a bitter blue
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| You’re attracted to boys who are other than those
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| (You look so hot tonight)
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| You’re encased in a slew of cracked windows
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| (I'd swear you were steam)
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| Well I was with you once, never to be again
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| (Rising up from underneath)
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| With all addictions lost
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| There’s no time to notice
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| Or how I’ll match up to you (the state of cringing)
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| And every weekends spent
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| Just condescending
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| In lieu of truth (building a better you) |