| You’re the opposite of mannerly
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| An effigy of an uncommonly cold, cold, cold precept
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| So I’ve reset my status quo
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| Redacted those ancient quotes
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| While I’m nascent in my regard
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| I still hold you in with my heat
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| But I never thought I’d hear it from you
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| There’s good will in my devil’s skin
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| I hope it’s enough, 'cause love, I am ready
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| Well shit luck for us they’re skimming thin
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| There’s good will in my devil’s skin
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| I hope it’s enough, 'cause love, I am ready
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| Well shit luck for us they’re skimming thin
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| No chorus to the song
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| It’s a stalemate enough, you won
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| You’ve taken eight years off my life
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| I still hold you in with my heat
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| You are, you are enough for me
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| You are
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| But that fence, I think we jumped it one too many times
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| I’m clipped, I can’t move on
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| No sense in holding on
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| So show me what I can’t see
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| There isn’t a revival here
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| I’ve been singing in the same old blues
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| For so many years
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| Have I lost track?
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| Or you all just sold out
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| There’s good will in my devil’s skin
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| I hope it’s enough, 'cause love, I am ready
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| There’s good will in my devil’s skin
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| I hope it’s enough, 'cause love, I am ready
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| There’s good will in my devil’s skin
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| I hope it’s enough, 'cause love, I am ready |