The first kiss you planted to my face.
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The second twist tonight, a fate.
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And somehow the taste of fear
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took up all the space in here.
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(more or less)
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I pick a way out in the twisted mess. (more or less)
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Disintegrated, strategically impressed. (more or less)
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No longer residents at the new address. (more or less)
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Scratch me like a perfume ad,
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recycle all the plans we had. (more or less)
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Whenever I fake, (more or less)
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whoever I take, (more or less)
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however it breaks, (more or less)
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someone's gonna fall.
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I sense a grain of stress (more or less)
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hurting you more or less. (more or less)
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I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)
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Like sinking ships dragged into abyss,
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just slammin in simpleness.
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Wherever I take the night,
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keeping it eye to eye,
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just slammin with tastiness. (more or less)
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I pick a way out in the twisted mess, (more or less)
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Disintegrated, strategically digress. (more or less)
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No longer residents at your own address. (more or less)
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Watch me like a prison guard,
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swipe me like a credit card. (more or less)
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Whenever I fake, (more or less)
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whoever I take, (more or less)
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however it breaks, (more or less)
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someone's gonna fall. (more or less)
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I sense a grain of stress (more or less)
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hurting you more or less. (more or less)
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I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)
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(more or less)
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(more or less)
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Take me, shake me, knock me with
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a million ways that we relate.
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We both come to suffocate
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to make it through the night today. (more or less)
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Count the days strategically (more or less)
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creeping to believe in me. (more or less)
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Who to blame and who will be, (more or less)
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make it through an irony. (more or less)
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Whenever I fake, (more or less)
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whoever I take, (more or less)
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however it breaks, (more or less)
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someone's gonna fall. (more or less)
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I sense a grain of stress (more or less)
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hurting you more or less. (more or less)
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I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)
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(more or less)
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Those that think and those that do. [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
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Am I up or am I blue? [whoever I take, (more or less)]
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Take up all the space in here [however it breaks, (more or less)]
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as we try to hide our fear. [someone's gonna fall. (more or less)]
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When we try the simple sense, [I sense a grain of stress, (more or less)]
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faded out the sun will cleanse (?) [hurting you more or less. (more or
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less)]
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Now I start to reminisce, [I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
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moving on to picture this. (more or less)
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Take me, shake me, knock me with [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
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a million ways that we relate. [whoever I take, (more or less)]
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We both come to suffocate [however it breaks, (more or less)]
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to make it through the night today. [someone's gonna fall. (more or less)]
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Count the days strategically, [I sense a grain of stress, (more or less)]
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creeping to believe in me. [hurting you more or less. (more or less)]
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Who to blame and who will be, [I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
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make it through an irony. (more or less)
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Now that's tasting on my lips [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
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fear that's always sour bliss. [whoever I take, (more or less)]
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Now I start to reminisce, [however it breaks, (more or less)]
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moving on to picture this. [someone's gonna fall. (more or less)]
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Is this terror, is this bliss [I sense a grain of stress, (more or less)]
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sinking down deep to abyss? [hurting you more or less. (more or less)]
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Drinking up and making kisses [I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
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searching for the surfaces. (more or less)
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Those that think and those that do
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Am I up or am I blue?
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Take up all the space in here
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as we try to hide our fear.
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When we try to save ourselves.....
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Twisted Mess
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Neneh Cherry |