I really like the makeup sex
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It's the only kind I ever get
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And when I'm gazing longingly in your eyes
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It's not for you but the self I left behind
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it felt so wrong?
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it feels so right?
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I'm sharpening the chip on my shoulder
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As I get angrier I get older
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There are fewer and fewer people to complain to
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So I built a ship of shit and direct it at you
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it felt so wrong?
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it feels so right?
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I'll show you mine
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If you show me the time of day
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In your cradlers' glove
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We'll drink some wine, with the passing of time
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We will surely make love
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it felt so wrong?
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it feels so right?
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I love you baby
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I don't know why
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It's the chemicals I see in your eyes
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And when you touch me, I feel kind of numb
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I need you like a baby needs to suck his thumb
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it felt so wrong?
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it
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Can you believe it feels so right?
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I love you baby, I don't know why
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Can You Believe It
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| Martha Wainwright |
