| If I gave you what you wanted, you’d never be full
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| As the trappings of your boyish mind become unshakeable
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| If I gave you what you wanted, you’d never be full
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| All the trappings of your romance lie within the eyes of fools
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| And I love it
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| More, more, more
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| More, more, more
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| More is less, more is less
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| More, more
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| If I put my life in my back pocket, you’d know soon
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| That the alternating atmosphere was far outside that room
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| If I put my life in my back pocket, you’d know well
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| That I kept all your belongings for the sweetness of their smell
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| And I love it
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| More, more, more
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| More, more, more
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| More is less, more is less
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| More, more, more
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| More, more, more
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| More, more, more
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| More is less, more is less
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| More, more
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| Why do you look that way?
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| That’s what you said to me
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| I’m an anomaly
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| Still, in the park that day
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| I sat alone in ways
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| And I just gave you more and more and more and more
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| You want more
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| Gimme more |