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he loves to sit
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and think of the things he's done
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and bite my lip i'm not the only one
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with arms that could reach across the continent
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with arms that could wrap around the world
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drive into the water
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she loves to smell or sell off bits of me
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too bold to think that i could drink the sea
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and i'm not your flunkee
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a superspace junkee
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she's as dark as the cigarette that she smokes
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drive into the water
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she knows how to use me
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drive into the water
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into the water
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