| Whipped and bruised, chewed was the teasest,
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| The deepest cut drains like the seasons.
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| It’s an infection, when your howl falls down.
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| Every time you’re near
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| I thought you like me.
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| And my head is clear
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| I thought you like me.
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| And I clear it yours
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| I thought you like me.
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| ‘cause it’s unlike yours
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| I thought you like me.
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| When all is said, I guess the conclusion
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| Is that we try our best, but we’re only human.
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| It’s the affection, that is our end.
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| Every time you’re near
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| I thought you like me.
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| And my head is clear
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| I thought you like me.
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| And I clear it yours
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| I thought you like me.
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| ‘cause it’s unlike yours
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| I thought you like me.
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| Every time you’re near
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| I thought you like me.
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| And my head is clear
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| I thought you like me.
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| And I clear it yours
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| I thought you like me.
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| ‘cause it’s unlike yours
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| I thought you like me. |