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I thought maybe we made a pact |
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But you gave in to foul temptations |
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Making all the wrong moves |
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And the wrong decisions |
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Making lies up for all the right questions |
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Maybe I was just asking too much |
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I don't think it's likely |
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You're just made from all the wrong stuff |
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Your bed's been made |
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Mona Lisa you've really done something |
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Done a number on all of my organs |
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Mona Lisa you've really done something |
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Done a number on all of my organs |
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I must say |
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I commend you on all of your fire |
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Soaring highs |
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And drowning lows |
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Full speed ahead |
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You go with all of your heart ache |
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It's all greater ten minutes to doomsday |
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All the while just showing your teeth |
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Smiling or growling never sure |
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I just wait and see |
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Your bed's been made |
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Now go die in it |
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Mona Lisa you've really done something |
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Done a number on all of my organs |
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Mona Lisa you've really done something |
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Done a number on all of my organs |
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And I've been racking my brain |
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Fguring out what to say |
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But it may be safe to bet |
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The day might still come |
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I'll forgive what youve done |
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But it still hasnt happened yet |
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Your bed's been made |
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Now go die in it |
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Mona Lisa you've really done something |
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You're the black ice on my road to wholesome |
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Mona Lisa you've really done something |
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Done a number on all of my organs |
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On all of my organs |
