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In my own simple way
I think she wants me only
She said, Come over right away.
But she's just not that way
Her little soul is stolen
See her put on her brand new face
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Pull the shades
Razor blades
You're so tragic
I hate you so but love you more
I'm so elastic
The things you say
Games you play
Dirty magic
I should know better than to think I'd reach inside her
It's all a cloudy kind of daze
She's not so sweet today
She mocks me, I'm no fighter
It all just seems like such a waste
It's oversimplified
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