| I’m 'claire obscure' - atlantic claire
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| my skin is silky
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| I have no aim nor attitude
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| my soul is smooth
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| I’m fine and love me, go!
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| and you will instantly
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| fallin' in love with me…
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| if you use me, eat me-eat me
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| throw my dresden-china-frame
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| And my skin will turn into iron
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| so come on come on — smash me!
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| my pieces will clank on the floor)
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| While deep in me deep in me…
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| where is my inner tragedy
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| while deep in me deep in me…
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| It hurts to talk with me
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| She morphs into an angry soldier
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| mutes and moves and forms again
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| strong as the devil with a giant will
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| «so come on come on — smash me!
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| While deep in me deep in me…
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| where is my inner tragedy
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| while deep in me deep in me…
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| It hurts to talk with me
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| If you ever dare
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| to lie to Claire
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| she will hurt
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| and seize you
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| with atlantic flair
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| her sparks and sharks
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| will mix you up
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| and the colours will shake you!
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| but I can instantly
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| explode into a lovely she
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| so come on come on — smash me!
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| While deep in me deep in me…
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| where is my inner tragedy
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| while deep in me deep in me…
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| It hurts to talk with me.
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| While deep in me deep in me…
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| where is my inner tragedy
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| while deep in me deep in me…
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| It hurts to talk with me. |