| I got a date
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| I’m a sword swallowing whore
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| I’m burning up, I’m burning up So put some water on me
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| I keep the pace 'till I’m torn, swollen and sore
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| And sure enough they’re turning up to drop a dollar on me We baptized each other in lovers spit
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| I’m burning up, I’m burning up So put some water on me Well even if we found love what would we do with it?
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| You’d better run, run, run and tell someone you found a wishing well
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| The bottom of a barrel of a gun
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| You’d better run, run, run
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| Tell someone
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| Made my mistake when I came dancing through the door,
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| I’m burning up, I’m burning up So put some water on me
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| I found my faith but i don’t want it anymore
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| And sure enough I’ve given up,
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| No one could ever love me When fast times take over and run with this
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| I’m burning up, I’m burning up So put some water on me Don’t even try to slow down
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| You’ll just ruin this
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| You’d better run, run, run and tell someone you found a wishing well
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| The bottom of a barrel of a gun
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| You’d better run, run, run
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| Tell someone
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| Tell someone
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| You’d better run, run, run
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| And tell someone
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| You found a wishing well
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| Bottom of a barrel of a gun
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| You’d better run, run, run
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| And tell someone |