| I know that love isn’t all that we need, but yes she is a fine thing
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| I’m not as handsome a lover as others, but somehow she finds me
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| My heart is pulsing and bloody, she beats for nobody specifically
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| Your love is muddy and jaded, been played in fifty ways, deliver me
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| Tell me your pretty lies (I could tell you mine, I could tell you mine,
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| I could tell you lines)
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| Tell me your pretty lies (tell me what I want, what I really want
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| What I want to hear)
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| It could be white like the snow is, or dark like I know is a lover’s heart
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| Whats been made a fool of, but ain’t it the fool that gets all of the lover’s
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| parts?
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| It’s getting hard to remember the lies from December
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| You promised then
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| We needed lovin' so badly, we pretended that we had it when
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| You told me your pretty lies (I could tell you mine, I could tell you mine,
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| I could tell you lines)
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| Sell me your pretty lies (tell me what I want, what I really want)
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| Wide awake, a long time coming
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| We lie and wait, a long time coming
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| We’re wide awake, a long time coming
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| We lie and wait, a long time coming
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| We’re wide awake, a long time coming
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| We lie and wait a long time coming
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| It’s a long time coming
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| Whoever believes that lovin' is free hasn’t ever slept with me
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| The birds and bees are our disease, contracted collectively
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| And we’re reborn in the morning with no or little warning
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| Lover please don’t fall in love with me
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| But if you think you might, it’s alright, I wouldn’t mind
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| I heard this story from a couple friends of mine
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| That you believe yourself, the very lies you tell
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| But don’t I love it when you’re spinning them
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| I start in grinning when I see you look up to the left
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| Tell me you want me like the oxygen in every breath
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| Say that I’m needed like the landlord on the 30th
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| I don’t believe you, but it’s still nice
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| Your eyes tell mine such pretty lies
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| Tell me your pretty lies (I could tell you mine, I could tell you mine,
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| I can tell you lines)
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| Well flash me those pretty eyes (tell me what I want, what I really want,
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| what I want to hear)
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| Your lies, lies, lies, lies, lies |