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Yeah
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I can't take much more from you.
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I can't 'cause I don't want to.
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Spiteful,
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But a fact of life.
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Not everyone you meet is that nice
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When you scratch below the surface.
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The characters have emerged and take pictures
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That split into fractions in front of your eyes
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I'm so bitchin', love to be it
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My friends and I just love to meet
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We meet all the time 'cause we think we're clever
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So surreal, it makes us feel better
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We think we're so... clever
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I'm a swooning bitch and I love to be it
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My friends and I just love to me-me-meet all the time
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'Cause we think we're clever.
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So surreal,
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He makes us feel better.
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We think we're so... clever.
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The characters have emerged and take pictures
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That split into fractions in front of your eyes.
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(In front of our eyes)
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There is nothing to behold
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(In front of their eyes)
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You can't be sure what you're dealing with
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And that's got to be good for you.
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I'd die on the cross before I crossed you.
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You know I'd never hurt you,
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I'm just not that type of girl.
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Die on the cross before I cross you
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Know I'd never hurt you
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Just not that type,
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I'm just not that type of girl
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__________________________
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Name Split Into Fractions
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Artist Curve
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Album Doppelgänger
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Original text by Toni Halliday, Dean Garcia
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