| Every once in a while, something changes
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| And she’s changing me
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| It’s too late for me now, I am altered
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| There is something beneath
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| She’s not acid nor alkaline
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| Caught between black and white
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| Not quite either day or night
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| She’s perfectly misaligned
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| I’m caught up in her design
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| And how it connects to mine
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| I see in a different light
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| The object of my desire
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| Ooh, let’s talk about chemistry
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| 'Cause I’m dying to melt through
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| To the hart of her molecules
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| 'Til th particles part like holy water
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| If anything, she’s an undiscovered element
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| Either born in hell or heaven-sent
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| Either way, I’m into it
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| She’s not acid nor alkaline
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| Caught between black and white
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| Not quite either day or night
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| She’s perfectly misaligned
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| I’m caught up in her design
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| And how it connects to mine
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| I see in a different light
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| The object of my desire |