Who wants it?
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who wants it?
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who wants it?
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ask for it by name
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who wants it?
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who wants it?
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I'll be your one that got away
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when is the good ever good enough,
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when you're given to giving up?
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but you're not one to stop
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let's face it
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you've tried and it's too hard.
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now you're sprawled on the kitchen floor
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with your best aiming at the door.
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what the bleach won't erase is the pain
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what you're left with is nothing
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compared to the let-down stains of the brush-off.
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who wants it?
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you shake your fists out into the sky
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with your lips dripping cyanide
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and you're blaming yourself
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(and you should)
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'cause you fall for their come-ons.
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you pay the price for your 'liberties'
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in little ways that you never see
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when you're faced with nothing
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but lies and deceit
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the despair of not knowing is worse
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that the blood left on your hands.
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who wants it?
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Who Wants It
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| Deep Blue Something |
