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I spit fire between your eyes
Pretend our love glides wide
And it does call her, it's plain to see
It might just mean you're being mean
And if lately all you do
Is summarize simple truths
Then I'll slack off, don't get caught
Hyper, hyper, that you know
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It's crowded in the bed
And everybody's 'bout it, weeps
And there is open innocence
And off myself, off myself
Better run to a forest and saw me there
Pull my head off the ground
And then I'll 'cause you to all fall there
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