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Within this dime-a-dozen world |
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I swear they must've broke the mold |
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Cuz you're the only soul I've met |
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that I would kill to call my own. |
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Let it be known, I'm not aggressive, or possessive |
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All I know is, I would kill to make you mine |
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& I am usually not this bold |
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Let it be known.... |
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I never wanted to be anybody's anything.... |
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Anything at all, |
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I'm rather small, yet all my shortcomings stand tall |
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I've crawled upon my hands & knees |
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out of the fear that I could fall |
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& through it all it's left me withered, |
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feeling bitter bought & sold, |
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been told I'm not the nicest person |
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that you'll ever get to know |
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Let it be known.... |
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I never wanted to be anybody's anything.... |
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Weaving through this dust |
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I trust nobody else but us |
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I must admit It'd take some years |
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for me to walk without this crutch |
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So on & such, I'd still be fucked |
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If I am forced to walk alone |
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& should I crumble at your feet |
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I'll hold us both accountable |
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Let it be known.... |
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I never wanted to be anybody's anything.... |
