| Bird in the hand, two in the bush
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| Define your intentions in truth
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| Abandon abandon
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| But never ever say what you ran from
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| Staring at the fragments
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| In your sleep laughing, thought crime champion
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| Take another Ambien
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| Back to the wall but the ceiling’s still cracking
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| Young, unassuming, eucalyptus blooming
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| Masquerade of masochists said I’m only human
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| Five past eleven, ten past dead
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| Twenty to the hour til the hour spells dread
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| Fortunes to the killer who’s convinced he’s a healer
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| Give a smile to the patient, you know the connotation
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| Maggot in the mallet, feel the force of the malice
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| Killer cannot cut it cos he could not get the credit
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| I spy
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| Ebony sky
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| She’s looking for love
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| She’s looking for love
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| I am the lion, the lamb
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| Turn on the faucet, let the gas blast
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| Counterfeit emotion from a womanizer
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| Booze on her body, a one two timer
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| Hand prints left on a contender
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| Signs of a winner, you’ll always remember
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| Homegrown, living on the throne
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| Let it be known, beholder unknown
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| I spy
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| Ebony sky
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| She’s looking for love
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| She’s looking for trouble
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| In the wrong places
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| In the wrong places
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| She’s looking for love
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| She’s looking for trouble
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| In the wrong places
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| In the wrong places
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| She’s looking for love
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| She’s looking for trouble
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| In the wrong places
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| In the wrong places |