Talk candy in my ear.
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Come on.
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Come on.
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I want your toxic, talk sick baby.
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I know those gospel lips can change me.
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Look to the right of my okay?
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We got exhibit "A"
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She.
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She ain't okay today.
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And to the left
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The left of me,
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We got exhibit "B"
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Oh she's a mess,
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to say the least.
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She's got her daddy's
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Money Money Money.
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Honey I think you should run.
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I think you should run.
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Look oh Look around, You're lost
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but never found, no.
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6 feet below the ground,
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where you avoid your problems.
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Look right in front of me.
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We got Exhibit "C"
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Anorexic, obsessed with magazines.
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And when I look over here,
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oh my god that's me in the mirror.
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No no no ladies and gentlemen
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this is my fear.
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My eyes and ears.
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Honey I think you should run.
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I think you should run.
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Look oh Look around, You're lost
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but never found, no.
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6 feet below the ground,
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where you avoid your problems.
|
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Look oh Look around, You're lost
|
but never found, no.
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6 feet below the ground,
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where you will never solve them.
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(I know you don't wanna' hear this but just listen)
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The last contendant.
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Bad for us.
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Bad for you.
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This capillary root.
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Could root up
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All the little
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Puzzle peices
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Of what you've been through.
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Your hair all up in knots,
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don't ever say you're not,
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oh just a nothin'
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Cause I swear downstairs you're somethin'
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Egotistic, cynical.
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I'm gettin'
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out of control.
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Out of control.
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Out of control.
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Look oh Look around, You're lost
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but never found, no.
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6 feet below the ground,
|
where you avoid your problems.
|
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Look oh Look around, You're lost
|
but never found, no.
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6 feet below the ground,
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where you will never solve them.
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Out of control.
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I've got control.
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Cynical Skin
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| Get Scared |
