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Wash your back so you won't stab mine Get in bed with your own kind Live you life so you don't see mine Drape your back so you won't shine
Ooh then she holds my hand And I lie to get a smile
Using what I want To get what you want
Ooh sweet amber How sweet are you? How sweet does it get?
Chase the rabbit, fetch the stick She rolls me over 'till I'm sick She deals in habits, deals in pain I run away but I'm back again
Ooh then she holds my hand And I lie to get a smile And she squeezes tighter I still lie to get a smile
She holds that pen that spells the end She traces me and draws me in
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