I am a fruit that you squeeze
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hoping the nectar is sweet
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I am a lump on your wheel
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whose shape you still conceal
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I want to be something to you
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but I feel like nothing
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and I'm desperate to feel you hands
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shaping me constantly
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Chorus
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just don't pass me by
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please don't pass me by
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or else I else I die
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just please don't pass me by
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don't pass me by
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or else I else I'd die
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you put a clench off my fist
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cleaning the mill of the (grids?)
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you run a hand on my back
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that makes my tension slack
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ill always be something to you
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though I feel like nothing
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and I'm desperate to feel you hands
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shaping me constantly
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Chorus
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just don't pass me by
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please don't pass me by
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or else I else I die
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just please don't pass me by
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don't pass me by
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or else I else I'd die
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(instrumental)
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you flow a knife sharp fast and clean
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cutting the cancer clean
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you killed the ghost of ugliness
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floating inside of me
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Chorus
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just don't pass me by
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please don't pass me by
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or else I else I die
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just please don't pass me by
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don't pass me by
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or else I else I'd die
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Don't Pass Me By
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| Sixpence None The Richer |
