(This is a little song
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A little song about trust)
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Don't expect me to fight the good fight for you
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And don't expect me to quote myself in quips
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Not for you, not for you
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So when exactly and precisely
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Did I promise all the world to you?
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And there in fact let's be exact
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Who says that you're the one I'd give that to?
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I'll take your legs
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I'll take your arms
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I'll take your breath in the night
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Then give away myself to bloody strips
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And Barbie doll eyes
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Uh huh, okay
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I hope you're proud of yourself
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I hope you're proud of yourself
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The mister citys so big you say he invents all the fire in you
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Meanwhile I'm boiling alive
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Over the flame that it has lit for you
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So don't expect me to break this all down for you
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And don't expect me to fight the good fight with you
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I'll take your legs
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I'll take your arms
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I'll take your breath in the night
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To give away myself in bloody strips
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to Barbie doll me alive
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The lips, the hips, the quips
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Are Barbie doll eyes
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Can't you see what you're doing to me?
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Don't expect me
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Don't expect me
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Don't expect me
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The pennies in my hand
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The scissors on the bed for you
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I've got a big surprise for you
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The apple in my mouth for you
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(I know you'll get what you deserve)
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And all these dirty hands
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That built the ugly things for you
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They trigger, jerk, and turn on you
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And slide around the neck for you
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For you I know you'll get what you deserve
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I know you'll get what you deserve
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I know you'll get what you deserve
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So How Goes The Good Fight
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The Paper Chase |