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do you want to be friends? |
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or tell me the hightlight of your day if you prefer |
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you've got your lights turned so they can see you, the very best of what you've got to offer. tell them what your hands were made for, tell them who your mouth was made for. you've got your profits and your mathematicians, the vocal fuel of a generation. tell me what my hands were made for, tell me who my mouth was made for. and please don't be mad at me, well you'll get what you ask for. so come on, come on, come on. come on, come on, come on. so very close to what you had expected, it makes it hard to keep my head up level. tell me i'm what your hands were made for, tell me i'm who your mouth was made for. and if you come down on me, well you'll get what you ask for. so come on, come on, come on. come on, come on, come on. and i, i want to get myself back. high, i want to get myself back tonight, tonight, tonight. tonight, tonight, tonight. and all of the things that you promised us that you'd be, well now your hands are tired. but i was nice, yeah i was nice. but i, i'd give my life for one night, one night, one night. well i, well i. i will not give up. i will not give up. i will not give up. what do you know? what do you know? what do you know? what do you know? come on, come on, come on. come on, come on, come on.
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