| If you don’t want to stay and
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| If you don’t want them to question you
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| Lay him on his side, don’t freak while
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| Eyes roll back to bone and the mouth is blue
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| Maybe it’s the way we feel and
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| I wanna love the sky and the universe
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| But that don’t get the door 'round here and
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| It don’t even come close too
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| If you don’t want nobody
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| If you don’t want anyone to come through
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| I can understand, it would be
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| Something you don’t like when I brush up to you
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| If you don’t want that feature
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| If it’s not right, you can skip any beat
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| And you’d understand it would be
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| Something I don’t like when you come up to me
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| What is in the fold of pleasure
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| Making it the point 'cause you never let go
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| The sun is nailed hard to the weather
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| It rips up the cars and the homes and the roads
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| No triple just import red, yeah
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| The people don’t know what it is to be
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| Living off the dins and stink, yeah
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| Living off the puke in the rogue dead sea
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| If you don’t want nobody
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| If you don’t want anyone to come through
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| I can understand, it would be
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| Something you don’t like when I brush up to you
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| If you don’t want that feature
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| If it’s not right, you can skip any beat
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| And you’d understand it would be
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| Something I don’t like when you come up to me
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| If you don’t want nobody
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| If you don’t want anyone to come through
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| I can understand, it would be
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| Something you don’t like when I brush up to you
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| If you don’t want that feature
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| If it’s not right, you can skip any beat
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| And you’d understand it would be
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| Something I don’t like when you come up to me
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| Something I don’t like when you come up to me
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| Something I don’t like when you come up to me
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| Something I don’t like when you come up to me |