| Sometimes your heart’s as shaky as a shopping cart
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| It’s seen it’s share of parking lots, it’s been around the block
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| You’re in the market for a marksman cause cupid’s missed too often
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| The concern it must be causin', all the fools you had to fuck
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| And you’re wrestling reality, it’s a ferris wheel of feelings
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| It’s the wings under your shirt you weren’t aware of
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| And i’ll play the patient plymouth rock
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| To your pilgrimage, a thickened plot
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| And i’ll take it upon myself to pick the lock, love
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| Let’s weigh your heart of gold, my guess is it’s immeasurable
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| But still the feeling’s illegible, in the thinest of fine prints
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| Angel hair, i swear your the devil
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| You still glow with a low blood sugar level
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| Still shine when you’ve been disheveled
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| A strict diet of diamonds
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| And it’s the moon over the meadowlands, the aesthetic of a lover’s hand
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| The tightened grip you never imagined possible
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| And it must be love or the altitude
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| That makes me sweat a swimming pool
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| It’s true, you’re a jewel, you’re jumper cables |