It's normal that you don't love me, I do love my colleagues more
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Or my beers or my new Jordans
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I bet on this, really:
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I bet a hundred bucks that we wouldn't even make it to spring
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From the looks of it I must be the corpse groom
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What if my love is a fraud? |
After the eggs leave me?
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This is more than a courtship, it is a contract
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That's why I'm the nefarious lover
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For this Aquarius who has suffered so much
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Sex is fun but secondary
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I am convinced that it is not this dress
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Physical and primary the best sewn of my wardrobe
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Girl I did not come to be your calendar
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With a stocky body and a precarious brain
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Since I was born I accept it voluntarily
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That my mission is to live my ordeal
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And see me become a lonely genius
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Let's take that trip. |
I already without illusion wherever you want:
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To the beach, to the mountains or to hell
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I don't know. |
I don't know why it got like this
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Yes, as an anniversary present I took her to dinner at a Burger King
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You thinking of starting a family
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Me thinking of never separating from mine
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That everything can be, let it flow
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Or you buy a monkey, name it after a human and cradle it
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For being so kind I'm so hard to love
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It will be because I am so sociable that I am so easy to hate
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I am highly unstable and you want to be with me
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Hate me viciously and slanderously and yearn for me at the same time
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This merry-go-round smells like death
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Two ships without a port, loaded with salt for the orchard
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Open Pit Grudge Mine
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I'll wait for you awake, because only the happy sleep
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nefarious lovers
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Kings of clubs, kings of cups
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purer than chaste
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You Margaret Astor. |
Yo, nothing on my face
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You, fashionable clothes. |
Yo, all on the trail
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nefarious lovers
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Kings of clubs, kings of cups
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purer than chaste
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You Margaret Astor. |
Yo, nothing on my face
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You, fashionable clothes. |
Yo, all on the trail
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It has to burn a little, I already know
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That I have seen scars more beautiful than your eyes
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It has to burn a little, I already know
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See the worms kill themselves for eating my offal
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I will not lower the moon nor will I change my past
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I'm sorry, it's not possible, I still don't know how to perform miracles
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If you want to be happy choose the ordinary
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You know well that I fill out a daily diary
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Do you go out with me and my friends or are you bored?
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Or me with your friends, who bore me more than a Monday
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The eternal dilemma of the love balance:
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That if you give more than me or I more than you
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it tires me
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And it's not that I put my work before your silly cravings
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I don't live off the air and I prefer to rap What the hell!
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I don't love you more than others
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The bar is high no matter how much neckline you wear
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I will know that this song will have made sense
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When they come to tell me that you have understood
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Queen of the bars. |
How many millibars of pressure?
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I believed and cured my depression in thousands of bars
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dire, dire lover
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Singing all this is shitting in the pot
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Put the brain in a basket
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And leave it at the door of some orphanage of affection
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I! |
Your false love letters already lie
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In the blue recycling bin for paper and cardboard
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You to Boston and I to California and we are talking
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The farther the better, to forget us
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Now alone, side by side with the club bars
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Leaving me the rooms, at ease, without ties
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These affinities throw me less and less
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I'll be nefarious, but you, the disaster lover
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nefarious lovers
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Kings of clubs, kings of cups
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purer than chaste
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You Margaret Astor. |
Yo, nothing on my face
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You, fashionable clothes. |
Yo, all on the trail
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nefarious lovers
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Kings of clubs, kings of cups
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purer than chaste
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You Margaret Astor. |
Yo, nothing on my face
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You, fashionable clothes. |
Yo, all on the trail
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And now just the two of us, comfortable
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Side by side, co
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Filled with synovial fluid, without forgetting
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That these birds are in poverty
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And they didn't peep and they had a girlfriend
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And you what about?
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And now just the two of us, comfortable
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Side by side, co
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Filled with synovial fluid, without forgetting
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That these birds are in poverty
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And they didn't peep and they had a girlfriend
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And you what about? |