look outside it's nice enough
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but we'll stay in with all our stuff
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this is dedication more than love
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my cowardice is what you need
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so your vanities can breed
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plant your flowers in my weeds
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When I call you beautiful
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it's cause I can
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and when you think I'm sucking up
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I sort of am
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the little lies that make you feel good
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I say more often than I should
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'cause I'm a low level rebel
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I jaywalk to beat the devil
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I'm no bass but lots of treble
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all the things about me are forced
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a costume party or compulsory course
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so let's get right to the source
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When I call you beautiful
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it's cause I can
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and when you think I'm sucking up
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I sort of am
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the little lies that make you feel good
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I say more often than I should
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so I can never make you mad...
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any change will bring on pain
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so I deny it all the same
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so I can never make you mad
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never make you mad...
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Make You Mad
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| The Odds |
