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Don't see eye to eye so why even try?
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Something clouds your vision in the corner of your eye.
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So I misunderstand. Over again I see that you wanna be
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the one who pulls on my puppet strings but strings
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don't make me dance no more.
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Strings fall to the floor.
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Candlesticks and bonded wrists
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don't make me dance no more.
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Something that you're selling is something I won't buy.
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Miscommunication is the key to our demise.
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Why do you want to sing my praises?
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Do you want to save my soul?
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Is your inner child tainted?
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Do you want to be in control?
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Stella, a stella, a stella to me.
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Stella, Stella, Stella, do me
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