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I lie in an early bed, thinking late thoughts
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Waiting for the black to replace my blue
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I do not struggle in your web because it was my aim to get caught
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But daddy longlegs, I feel that I'm finally growing weary
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Of waiting to be consumed by you
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Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait
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Forever
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Darling, just stat the chase - I'll let you win but you must
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Make the endeavor
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Oh, your love give me a heart contusion
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Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red
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Your hungry flirt borders intrusion
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I'm building memories on things we have not said
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Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love,
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not nearly my love, not nearly
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Give me the first taste, let it begin heaven cannot wait
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Forever
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Darling, just stat the chase - I'll let you win but you must
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Make the endeavor
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THE FIRST TASTE
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| Fiona Apple |
