She says It helps with the lights out
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Her rabid glow is like braille to the night.
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She swears I'm a slave to the details
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But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?
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The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight.
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So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate.
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She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kid gloves
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But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox
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She swears I'm just prey to the female,
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Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, cuz I like to get hooked.
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The clock is set for nine but you know you're gonna make it eight.
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All the people that you've loved they're all bound to leave some keepsakes.
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I've been swinging all the time, think it's time to learn your way.
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I picture you and me together in the jungle it will be ok.
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I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
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That is supposing you don't sleep tonight
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It's like learning a new language
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Helps me catch up on my mime
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If you don't bring up those lonely parts
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This could be a good time
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You come here to me.
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We'll collect those lonely parts and set them down
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You come here to me...
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She says brief things, her love's a pony
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My love's subliminal
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Leif Erikson
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