In through my veins, without brains,
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I involuntarily take what I need, then I bleed
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And it comes right back to me
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But guts only eat
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And sometimes they repeat on you
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Keeping you on your toes or crouched above the loo
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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Blood turns from blue into red
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'Cause of oxygen that it's fed
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And I turn back to blue,
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'Cause I'm losing you,
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But Tummy just growls
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Not real words, mostly vowels
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And I always forget sometimes Y
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Gratification can cause constipation
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If organs are left to die
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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I gained all this weight out of love, not hate
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I've got so much love to give (give me a break)
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I'd love to sleep in late, but that dessert looks great.
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Was it something I said or was it some I ate?
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Heart beats in sync, beat in time,
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Beat in bodies likes hers and mine,
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But I fed only one, and look what it's done:
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I've run out of blood and I'm chewing my cud
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And my gastrointestinal festival's best of all
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The cardiovascular questions they ask you are
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Less than the answers they give you like cancer and
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.
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Stomache VS Heart
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