| Do you remember when it all began?
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| Before the feet ever hit the sand?
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| Oh I got some plans for you
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| Try to limit what you can do
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| But I know that you will find
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| Baby, way to get back at me
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| Oh your S’s squeak through your Spanish Teeth
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| Chatter up my neck and down my spine
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| So let the punishment fit the crime
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| Now you’re burning just to be alive
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| Lit up like a mask with make-up
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| How long could this go on?
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| How long could this go on?
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| Try to reason but it does not show
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| So if you love me would you let me know
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| What kind of sparks are gonna fly at home?
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| Oh our dogs bark at the moon
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| Burn up the witch’s broom
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| What else am I supposed to do?
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| Smoke cigarettes and brood?
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| Since the darker days in these tunes
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| Your blood is boiling it curdles your heart’s boom boom
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| Chatter up my spine and down my neck
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| Oh girl make me forget
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| That I’m giving and you just get
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| Lit up like a mask with make-up
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| How long could this go on?
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| How long could this go on?
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| How long could this go on?
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| How long could this go on? |