| She was born fat to believe to be wed
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| Is a blessing with doubt without believe
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| Matrimony, so phony
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| Her up bringing real gloomy
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| Like a church mouth to his pouch
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| Before filling a duty
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| Counting out to all around
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| Left room shadow
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| When thoughts about pout
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| Outlays with sulk
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| In disgust she’s filled with void
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| She said…
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| Zerotonine, I’m in line, to feel fine
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| Everything else, makes me blind
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| Rings are gold and funds are mould
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| The story turns old, to kick it in so bold
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| Now rise and unfold
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| All awhile I focus in the fiftieth mid
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| Wrapped to a person that could
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| Only be my dad
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| Mom’s bliss’s a chocolate but
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| Versus regret
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| She said, she said…
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| Zerotonine, I’m in line, to feel fine
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| Everything else, makes me blind
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| Zerotonine, I’m in line, to feel fine
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| Everything else, makes me blind
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| The girls next door
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| Slaves to explore
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| Gets more than she’s looking for
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| Adventure k.o. |
| no quid pro quo’s
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| Gonna make her feel down and low
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| What a faint make up
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| (It's) Hard to keep the face up
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| Many partners come and go
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| Before she wakes up
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| Those who stay
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| Make it tempo-free
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| Made a wish she said
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| If you buy yesterday
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| Who’s faster faster each day
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| And I stay on her finest array
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| Then I heard her say
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| I heard her say
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| Zerotonine, I’m in line, to feel fine
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| Everything else, makes me blind
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| Talked to the one who had no fun
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| From the day of their own prom
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| Hide behind quibbler lunch
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| Heard the words of great importance
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| Zerotonine, I’m in line, to feel fine
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| Everything else, makes me blind
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| Zerotonine, I’m in line, to feel fine
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| Everything else, makes me blind |