If you could burn it out
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Like a tick buried in your hide
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If you could tear it out
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Like a thorn stuck in your side
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Then you can bet that I
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Don't want to look at what you find
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Because I'm afraid that I
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Might want to keep it for myself
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I thought I was above you
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I hate that I love you
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If you could tell a lie
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Sharp enough to get through my skin
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If you could sell a lie
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To make me want to come back again
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Then you can bet that I
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Want to feel it dribble down my chin
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Sometimes I think I'd give everything away
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To let that animal in
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I thought I was above you
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I hate that I love you
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