| Oh, by the way, just back away
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| She’s nothing but trouble
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| Go far away, just run away
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| She’s nothing but trouble
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| Feel content with your place
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| Well inside the human race
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| You were built
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| As a fortress of the unnamed spirit
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| Powered up, she breaks in
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| Bombs is ticking from within
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| And your heart
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| Now is racing in a race you never win
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| So you get up and go
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| Go to her and let her know that you
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| Have been waiting
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| (repeat chorus)
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| Time has passed
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| Not so good
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| Not the way you thought it would
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| A private hell
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| But you act so happy when you with her
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| She picks your friend, picks your clothes
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| Tells you when any where to go
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| The gruesome surgery of love
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| And now you want back your life
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| And you pray for just a quick goodbye
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| (repeat chorus)
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| So it goes
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| Senses slow, start transmission
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| Back to a place, you erase in your mind
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| Where you can breathe, sights relieved
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| And you are free
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| (repeat chorus) |