| I always look so serious
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| We know that’s an act, I think musically
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| That’s intermission, I’ll be back, wait and see
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| Back for you, always back for you
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| White rabbit, yeah I’m divin' in
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| Queen’s gambit on the board, am I bitin' it?
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| Now I’m losin' my head on my Anne Boleyn
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| Royalty takin' power from the hell I’m in
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| I got my
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| Eyes closed all black is the dress code
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| Diamond eyes, got her name on her neck though
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| East tired so she’s hittin' up the West Coast
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| I don’t even mind that I suffer when she gets close
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| Is it so sinister to say
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| The sparks in your eyes can light my flames?
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| I can be all you need
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| Or you can have what’s left of me, oh
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| Is it the smarter thing to say
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| I should just wait for brighter days?
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| The sun’s never done much for me
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| The sun’s never done much for me anyway
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| Autumn leaves by the window I already know
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| Smell of fall in the breeze got me waitin' for
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| Miss Murder in the air
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| December on her breath got me frostbitten, dyin' in the snow
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| I got my
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| Eyes closed all black is the dress code
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| Diamond eyes, got her name on her neck though
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| East tired so she’s hittin' up the West Coast
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| I don’t even mind that I suffer when she gets close
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| Is it so sinister to say
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| The sparks in your eyes can light my flames?
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| I can be all you need
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| Or you can have what’s left of me, oh
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| Is it the smarter thing to say
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| I should just wait for brighter days?
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| The sun’s never done much for me
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| The sun’s never done much for me anyway |