You keep tugging on my shirt,
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just to pull me closer.
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One single step at a time.
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Your skin against mine.
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I can just feel you wondering.
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Fit to be tied,
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Fit to be tied.
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Fit to be, fit to be tied.
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I feel weak.
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Thrown in wide open spaces.
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We turn ourselves inside out,
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expose what we're afraid to see.
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And I know what you're thinking.
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I tell myself.
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I keep pulling
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I keep pulling
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Now grown numb.
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Petrified, I think.
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No, no you don't mean it.
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You simply say it, because you like the way that it sounds
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I feel weak.
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Thrown in wide open spaces.
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We turn ourselves inside out,
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expose what we're afraid to see.
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And I know what you're thinking.
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I feel weak,
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And I give up.
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And I give up.
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Sell it well.
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C'mon and sell it, sell it.
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Sell it well.
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C'mon and sell it, sell it.
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I feel weak
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If I Cut My Hair, Hawaii Will Sink
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| Chiodos |
