| Jaded
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| You’re my victorian machinery
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| Leave yourself to lie
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| Later
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| Your tender shape is pinning like the scenery
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| Ride you like a bike
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| You be the sailing baby, I’ll be the rudder
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| We could make it all in
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| 'Till it turns into butter
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| I saw your face
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| A seminal pleasure, I will love you forever
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| When I heeded your call in every heavy endeavour
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| I’ll keep your place
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| Jaded
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| Coming down the mouth, you’re like a buffalo
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| In your eyes
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| Crazy
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| But then again, I’ll cook you like your you know
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| Makes up for her size
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| You be the sailing baby, I’ll be the rudder
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| We could make it all in
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| 'Till it turns into butter
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| I saw your face
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| A seminal pleasure, I will feel you forever
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| When I heeded your call in every heavy endeavour
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| I’ll keep your place
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| Be yourself
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| When I You be the shark (shack)
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| And baby I’ll be the desert
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| There is nothing to like
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| When there is nothing to measure
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| It’s all our space
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| Whoooh
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| You are my victorian machinery
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| Nah nah nah nah nah
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| Jaded
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| Make a fist and knock me on the mood again
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| Leave yourself to lie
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| Later
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| Make me feel like I want more than you again
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| Rock me like the vibe
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| Crazy
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| Sing along just like they do in Budapest
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| On the rise
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| You be the shark (shack)
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| And baby I’ll be the desert
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| There is nothing to like
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| When there is nothing to measure
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| It’s all our space |