| Facetiously fiction when Albrite was bitten
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| While kissing the girl of his dreams on the lips
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| When I was watching, when I was clocking
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| Seconds to minutes, their lips locked like digits
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| On safes unsafe mainly due to ticking contents
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| When I was watching, timer tick-tocking
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| Don’t open the safe is unsafe
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart
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| And the last gift you’ll ever get from me
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| Is the combination or the key
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart
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| The dial was rusted, vintagely constructed
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| To carry out thoughts of a small scale destruction
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| I saw this one coming, there’s no use in running
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| Safe in the distance, ignorantly witnessing
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| Everyone scatter as I had a vision
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| A regret, you might say
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| A worry, you might say
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| Don’t open the safe is unsafe
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart
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| And the last gift you’ll ever get from me
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| Is the combination or the key
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart
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| No, you won’t disarm my heart |