| What a blessing when I rented Cursed
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| Well I knew I had to have you first
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| You know you keep me waiting for forever
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| Whatever
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| You got your double-glossy cover sheen
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| Like the pictures of a magazine
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| You know I get your pages stuck together
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| Whenever
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| Sit in the sand and turn the tide
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| As I scan my TV guide
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| Jesse, Jesse, take my hand
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| You can meet me in Zombieland
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| You know inside every clam’s a pearl
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| I could be Jesse’s girl
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| Jesse’s girl, oh
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| Like the pictures on a movie screen
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| I got you coming in crystal clean
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| And I can keep you for an instant replay
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| Any day
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| And if I saw you in a public place
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| I know you wouldn’t recognize my face
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| But even if you knew me, what would you say
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| Anyway
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| Sit in the sand and turn the tide
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| As I scan my TV guide
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| Jesse, Jesse, take my hand
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| You can meet me in Zombieland
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| You know inside every clam’s a pearl
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| I could be Jesse’s girl
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| Jesse’s girl, oh
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| Some might call me crazy
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| Every time I replay every single Blu-Ray, yeah
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| Until you call me baby
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| I’m just gonna replay every single Blu-Ray, yeah
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| I know you’re married
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| And separation can be scary
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| Well now you see her
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| Now you don’t
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| Jesse, Jesse, take my hand
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| You can meet me in Zombieland
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| You know inside every clam’s a pearl
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| I could be Jesse’s girl
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| Jesse’s girl, oh
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| I could be Jesse’s girl
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| Jesse’s girl, oh
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| I could be Jesse’s girl |