| Girl inform me all my senses warn me
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| Your clever eyes could easily disguise
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| Some backwards purpose
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| It’s enough to make me nervous
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| Do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye
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| But your lips when we speak
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| Are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire
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| So let me walk these coals 'til you believe
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| I can cut the mustard well enough
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| Cause you know as soon as we breathe we scrutinize
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| Unknown quotients, you must be using potions
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| How else could you tie my head to the sky
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| This new convection has left me wondering why
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| I can’t concern myself with ordinary tripe
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| Like what’s this morning’s paper got to say
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| And which brand of coffee to make
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| This is no umbrella to take into the wind
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| But before we begin is there nothing to kill this anxiety
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| But your lips when we speak
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| Are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire
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| So let me walk these coals 'til you believe
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| I can cut the mustard well enough
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| Cause you know as soon as we breathe we scrutinize
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| The paint away |