| This is my last chance to ask,
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| for permission
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| This condition can’t be fixed,
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| with a prescription
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| And don’t you love the way it stings,
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| humiliation
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| And don’t you know control requires,
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| my submission
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| So, now your just in time to throw out
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| my automatic world
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| Takes, non-believers and turns tables around.
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| So, now the walls you built I’ll take, down,
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| your automatic world
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| Makes running easy and turns tables around.
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| This is your last chance to make,
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| a confession
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| I’ll wear you around my neck,
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| my possession
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| Oh how I love the way you taste,
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| my obsession
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| And don’t you know control requires,
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| no exception
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| So, now your just in time to throw out
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| my automatic world
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| Takes, non-believers and turns tables around.
|
| So, now the walls you built I’ll take, down,
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| your automatic world
|
| Makes running easy and turns tables around.
|
| So, now your just in time to throw out
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| my automatic world
|
| Takes, non-believers and turns tables around.
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| So, now the walls you built I’ll take, down,
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| your automatic world
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| Makes running easy and turns tables around.
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| When your *** ready
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| I’ll let myself confess, the more you push it down,
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| the more you make a *** mess.
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| And it’s *** ugly
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| But I just can’t resist, the more you push it down,
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| the more you make a *** mess.
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| So, now your just in time to throw out
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| my automatic world
|
| Takes, non-believers and turns tables around.
|
| So, now the walls you built I’ll take, down,
|
| your automatic world
|
| Makes running easy and turns tables around.
|
| So, now your just in time to throw out
|
| my automatic world
|
| Takes, non-believers and turns tables around.
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| So, now the walls you built I’ll take, down,
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| your automatic world
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| Makes running easy and turns tables around. |