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By chance are you free |
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Here's my room key and splayed limbs |
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When I do me |
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I play to win - |
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Yeah (...) |
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You'll need to go drink absinthe |
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Under trees that grow leaves of absence (I left your ass alone) |
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While nursing hearts like leaking gaskets |
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This freedom it tastes funny |
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Dealing with utilitarian uses of love |
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To the ladies |
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I'll be vague |
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Because I'm streching my sea legs |
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Dipping my toe in the sleaziest cesspools above |
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My stage persona can be nude |
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Because the following day, it's renewed |
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And my subconscious is seafood - |
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YeahWhen you invite me, |
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I cross over |
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You'll smell burning and a waft sulfur |
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You've crashed along the soft shoulder |
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Yeah - This freedom it tastes funny |
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Dealing with utilitarian uses of love |
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To the ladies |
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I'll be vague |
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Because I'm streching my sea legs |
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Dipping my toe in the sleaziest cesspools above |
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Value sets and other moral imperatives |
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And frankly we don't give a **** about them- |
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Yes, you do - |
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No, I don't- |
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You do - No, |
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I don'tWe don't give a **** about them (3x) |
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The sex drive stupefies |
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Makes you feel like you're in |
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Junior High |
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My impulses go unsupervised - |
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YeahI prow on foot and spin a yarn |
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When the crowd looks like wind farms |
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My defense mechanism's been disarmed |
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Yeah - This freedom it tastes funny |
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Dealing with utilitarian uses of love |
