Dreams of contemplation, a resignation, know what.
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Useless indignation, a segregation, plant your seed.
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Steamless conversation, what is happening to me.
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I'm no longer your erection, or your congregation, I'm your disease.
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[Chorus]
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You take the sun.
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You have your fun but you better beware.
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You better beware.
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You broke it down.
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With that boring sound you gave to me.
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That I don't want to hear.
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You're in some blind elation, a kind of delusion,
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you don't get through to me.
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Deliver your equation and still you won't see a change in me.
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You want my redemption, you want me to believe that it's all me.
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Well, I'm no longer your erection, or your congregation, I'm your disease.
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[Chorus]
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You take the sun.
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You have your fun but you better beware.
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You better beware.
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You broke it down.
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With that boring sound you gave to me.
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That I don't want to hear.
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Better Beware
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| Lisa Marie Presley |
