| You don’t got to leave
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| Just don’t be so awkward, yeah
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| You’re something philosophical
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| Pouring out your mouth, yeah
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| Suddenly, your lips keep crossing my face
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| I don’t know the first thing about
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| How to say something proper, mm
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| Suddenly, your lips keep crossing my face
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| I don’t know the first thing about
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| How to say, something cool, eh
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| But girl, I feel so good
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| Lookin' like a fool
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| But baby, I don’t care
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| I feel like I should
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| Let us in my thrown
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| Half emaciated glow
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| Out of lust the static’s snow
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| As I’m swaying back and forth
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| Thread the scripture, wrap my bones
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| Where the hell we get 'em from?
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| I’m a sculpture in your home
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| I will crumble with the road
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| Suddenly, your lips keep crossing my face
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| I don’t know the first thing about
|
| How to say, something proper, mm
|
| Suddenly, your lips keep crossing my face
|
| I don’t know the first thing about
|
| How to say, something cool, eh
|
| Girl, I feel so good
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| Lookin' like a fool
|
| But baby, I don’t care
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| I feel like I should |