| The kid who wants some of the pretties in life
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| Tried shortcuts those are myths
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| Despite
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| The first hands, the backhands, the bruises, the bites
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| The painful spoonful the hustle invites
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| Speak my name and I’ll appear
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| Right here
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| Hideaway
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| Hideaway
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| I’m all dressed up, no one left to blow
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| Addiction to friction leaves you raw
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| Left with the taste of flesh and bone
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| It’s a beautiful day in the USA
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| I requires a pupil, and I’m sure it’s yours
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| Hideaway
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| Hideaway
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| You’ll stay fast and lonely
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| Never ever need to run and hide from me
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| New prey, soft and easy, tangled forever in my arms
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| You’ll feel love
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| Innocence is what you lose
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| Like keys and dreams and old tattoos
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| With one quick twist love turns to scar
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| Cruising the bruises in my car
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| Catch the keys, take the wheel and drive, for a while
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| Hideaway
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| Hideaway
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| You’ll stay fast and lonely
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| Never ever need to run and hide from me
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| New prey, soft and easy, tangled forever in my arms
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| You owe me everything
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| You owe me everything
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| You’ll feel love
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| You’ll feel love
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| Hold my hand
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| You’ll feel love
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| You’ll feel love
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| You’ll feel love
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| Who needs love? |