| Make me, make me sweat
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| til I’m wet, til I’m dry
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| but then wipe this tear from my eye
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| haven’t felt this warm in a long time
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| even out in the bright sunshine
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| in lifetime of springtimes
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| I fall into your arms
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| with my heart pumpin’on
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| like a bubblin’dub track
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| like a garlicy hot tonque and lip smack
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| I did some contemplation
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| before we got down to this consecration
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| maybe baby something in you kiss said
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| it was an impetous
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| for me to rethink this
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| If I love you
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| then I better get tested
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| make sure we’re protected
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| I walk through the park
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| dressed like a question mark
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| Hark!
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| I hear my memory bark
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| in the back of my brain,
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| makn’me insane…
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| …like cocaine
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| But how’m I gonna live my life if I’m positive?
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| Is it gonna be a negative?
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| How’m I gonna live my life if I’m positive?
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| Is it gonna be a negative?
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| but how’m I gonna live my life if I’m positive?
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| It dawned on me, it seemed to me this is unusual scenery
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| this red light greenery
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| make me feel kinda dreamery
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| thinkin’how I used to be Arrive at the clinic
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| walk through the front door
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| take a nervous number
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| then I think about it more
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| about all the time
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| that I neglected
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| makin sure that
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| I was protected
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| They took my blood
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| With an anonymous number
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| two weeks waitin’wonderin'
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| I shoulda done this a long time ago
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| alot of excuses why I couldn’t go I know these things and these things I must know
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| 'cause it’s better to know than to not know!
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| I go home to kick it in my apartment
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| I try to give myself
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| a risk assessment
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| the wait is what can really annoy ya everyday is more paranoya
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| I’m readin’about how it’s transmitted
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| some behavior I must admit it who I slept with, who they slept with,
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| who they, who they, who they slept with
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| I think about life and immortality
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| what’s the first thing I do if I’m H.I.V
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| have a cry and tell my mother
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| get on the phone and call my past lovers
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| I never thought about infectin’anotha
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| all the times that I said Hmmm? |
| Don’t bother.
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| Was it really all that magic?
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| The times I didn’t use a prophalactic
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| Would my whole life have to change?
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| or would my whole life remain the same?
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| sometimes it makes me wanna shout!
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| all these things too hard to think about
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| a day to laugh, a day to cry
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| a day to live and a day to die
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| 'til I find out, I may wonder
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| but I’m not gonna live my life six feet under |