| Crabs fight for a peek
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| Windows clouded with algae
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| There is a passionate tint to the tablecloth
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| The total effect is one of liberation
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| Open wide
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| No one else will taste this wriggling tongue
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| I know I’m pinned
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| Your blue blood keeps me in
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| One more body is heavy
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| And I must prepare
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| I want to wish you well
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| Everything is better now
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| Can’t you tell
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| It’s unavoidable
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| I let the door hit my ass on the way out
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| And I can see a sign flashing on the shoulder
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| Men at work
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| The sun warms skin that it sometimes burns away
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| It takes the light of day to see
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| You can’t be tamed
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| Some day soon you will be free again
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| To roam the streets
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| Looking for love from everyone you meet
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| And I must prepare |