He´s a bad man
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Mr. Bad Man
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And she had enough of him
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So the wolves try to dry her eyes
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´cause the bad man made her cry
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But everyday I know that
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I may just be closer
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To the sea of frozen words
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Words that even soldiers
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Would lay down their swords for
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And they come in every color
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And flavor too doo doo doo doo
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And flavor too doo doo doo doo
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There´s a gold star
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On a gendarme
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So she asked him
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"Hey can you hold my song?
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It´s the one piece that I got left
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So hide it well" she said
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He´s a bad man
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Mr. Bad Man
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And she had enough of him
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So the wolves try to dry her eyes
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´cause the bad man made her cry
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But everyday I know that
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I may just be closer
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To the sea of frozen words
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Words that even soldiers
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Would lay down their swords for
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And they come in every color
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And flavor too doo doo doo doo
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And flavor too doo doo doo doo
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Mr. Bad Man
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Tori Amos (Å丮 ¿¡À̸ð½º) |