We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
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We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change.
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But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
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Oh, she's bad
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It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again
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You go stabbing yourself in the neck
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It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again
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And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
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We can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
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And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change.
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But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
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Oh, she's bad
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[Chorus]
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It's in the way that she posed.
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It's in the things that she puts in my hair.
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Her stories are boring and stuff.
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She's always calling my bluff.
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She puts the weights into my little heart,
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And she gets in my room and she takes it apart.
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She puts the weights into my little heart,
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I said she puts the weights into my little heart.
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She packs it away
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It's in the way that she walks
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Her heaven is never enough
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She puts the weights in my heart
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She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart.
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Obstacle 1
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