Out of the pan into the fire
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Out of her hands into a liar
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It would be better
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If everyone gave what they wanted
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And they said what they won't
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It would be better
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It would be better
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Hate on the left of me
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Pain on the right side
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Theyre taking the best of me
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Wait for the right time
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But stay out of the sun
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Stay out of the sun
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You fell from her hands into your sight
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Felt everything
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And wished you went blind
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It will be better
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It will be better
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Out of the way
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Out of the way
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Out of the way
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Hate on the left of me
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Pain on the right side
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Theyre taking the best of me
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Wait for the right time
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But stay out of the sun
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Stay out of the sun
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Stay out of the sun
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Theres a glare there in the sun
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That will tear through the ones
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That were there and called when no one else was there
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They carried you home
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Is it true a moth dies flying to the light
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Stay out of the way
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Out of the way
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Into the calm and stay
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Out ouf the
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Out of the way
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Out of the way
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Out of the way
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It will be better into the womb
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On the heels of her letter
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Into the womb
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If we forget
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Into the womb
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Moth
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| Ours |
