| Let me take this awkward saw
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| Run it against your thighs
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| Cut some flesh away
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| I’ll carry this piece of you with me
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| 'Cause all I can say tonight is, «I hate you.»
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| But it would be all right
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| If we could see each other sometime
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| If I could somehow make you mine
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| And if not, I’ll take my spoons
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| Dig out your blue eyes
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| Swallow them down to my colon
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| They’re gonna burn like hell tonight
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| 'Cause you’re beautiful
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| Just not on the inside
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| Light comes from within
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| And your beaming eyes don’t seem so bright
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| Heart is on the floor
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| Why don’t you step on it?
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| When I think of all the things you’ve done
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| Heart is on the floor
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| Why don’t you step on it?
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| When I think of all the things you’ve done
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| Boardwalks and breaking waves
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| Made our Saturdays
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| I’d buy you lemonade right now
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| If you were here
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| Then I’d throw it in your face
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| And I’d listen to you cry
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| Remember how I miss
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| Our nights underneath ocean skies
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| Heart is on the floor
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| Why don’t you step on it?
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| When I think of all the things you’ve done
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| Heart is on the floor
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| Why don’t you step on it?
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| When I think of all the things you’ve done
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| You and I are like when fire
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| And the ocean floor collide |