Wash your back so you won't stab mine
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Get in bed with your own kind
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Live your life so you don't see mine
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Drape your back so you won't shine
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Ooh then she holds my hand
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And I lie to get a smile
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Using what I want
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To get what you want
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Ooh sweet amber
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How sweet are you?
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How sweet does it get?
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Chase the rabbit, fetch the stick
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She rolls me over 'till I'm sick
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She deals in habits, deals in pain
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I run away, but I'm back again
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Ooh then she holds my hand
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And I lie to get a smile
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And she squeezes tighter
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I still lie to get a smile
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She holds the pen that spells the end
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She traces me and draws me in
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Sweet Amber
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| Metallica |
