My heart is aflame
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Burning at both ends
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Under a glass jar
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Gasping for air
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Nature's poison always tastes so sweet
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I will take my chances again and again
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So
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Hold me
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Reel me in
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Struck by the hand that feeds me,
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Shot by both sides
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And drawn, like moths to a flame,
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Into the light
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Into the light
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That burns me
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My heart is a fridge full of condiments and no food;
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I'm starving for you.
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If you won't be my Juliet
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Will you be my Emmanuel?
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We'll keep it meaningless
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Just
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Hold me
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Reel me in
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Struck by the hand that feeds me
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Shot by both sides
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And drawn, like moths to a flame,
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Into the light
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Into the light
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That blinds me
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I won't pretend it's the first time
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Or that I've never been kissed
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Don't need to hear that you want me
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Just need to know I exist
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I won't scream like a banshee
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I'm not a psycho, just strange
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You wrap yourself around me
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I pray for blackout or fade
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I pray for blackout or fade
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I'm not a question of sport, babe
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I'm not a figure of fun
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I'm not a fucking retard
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So don't treat me like one
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I'm just saying,
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Take this chance, it's now or never
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Take this chance, it's now or never
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Take me, please, it's now or never
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Take your chances
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Take your chances
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Take your chances.
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Reel Me In
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| Miss Black America |
