| I saw myself spitting
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| Green in the ceiling
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| And your eyes were all blue
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| You could hear me enter
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| The second stage now
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| Before you see me coming through
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| Through all the ice that’s melting for
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| Somebody to love
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| Somebody to love
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| But when I think of the body I love
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| It stings like a bee
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| You could hear Madonna
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| Singing in me now
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| But my heart is turning blue
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| And all your friendly whispers
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| Sting like a bee
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| You must be the way to see
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| Through all the ice that’s melting for
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| Somebody to love
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| Somebody to love
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| But when I think of the body I love
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| It stings like a bee
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| I feel it burning in me
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| But I’m freezing Friday night
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| I feel it burning heart and lungs in one sigh
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| When half the week is over
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| I’m finally feeling real
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| And all I want’s for someone to keep breathing
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| For somebody to love
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| For somebody to love
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| But when I think of the body I love
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| It stings like a bee
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| La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la, la (Stings like a bee)
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| La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la, la (Stings like a bee)
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| La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la, la
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| La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la, la |