Jaded
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You’re my victorian machinery
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Leave yourself to lie
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Later
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Your tender shape is pinning like the scenery
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Ride you like a bike
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You be the sailing baby, I’ll be the rudder
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We could make it all in
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‘Till it turns into butter
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I saw your face
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A seminal pleasure, I will love you forever
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When I heeded your call in every heavy endeavour
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I’ll keep your place
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Jaded
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Coming down the mouth, you’re like a buffalo
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in your eyes
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Crazy
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But then again, I’ll cook you like your you know
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Makes up for her size
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You be the sailing baby, I’ll be the rudder
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We could make it all in
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‘Till it turns into butter
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I saw your face
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A seminal pleasure, I will feel you forever
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When I heeded your call in every heavy endeavour
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I’ll keep your place
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Be yourself
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When I
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You be the shark (shack)
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and baby I’ll be the desert
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There is nothing to like
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when (or “and”) there is nothing to measure
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it’s all our space
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whoooooooooooooooh
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You are my victorian machinery
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nah nah nah nah nah
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Jaded
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Make a fist and knock me on the mood again
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Leave yourself to lie
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Later
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Make me feel like I want more than you again
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Rock me like the vibe
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Crazy
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Sing along just like they do in Budapest
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on the rise
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You be the shark (shack)
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and baby I’ll be the desert
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There is nothing to like
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when there is nothing to measure
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it’s all our space
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Victorian Machinery
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| Red Hot Chili Peppers |
