| If you think you love her so much why must you manipulate her
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| You’re the heart of a puppy with the soul of a chew toy
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| Your urge to collect her is frustrating to deal with
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| Your fingerprints on her, it seems wrong to affect it
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| The lightning bugs don’t want to play for you
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| In a jar
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| With no breathing holes
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| You egotistical son of a bitch
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| This is for your amusement
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| But I do it too
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| Sometimes
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| I do it too, yeah
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| It’s only just beginning and I’m
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| Counting the seconds 'til the lightshow is over
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| It’s not that her presence ain’t completely distracting
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| But it’s just the tempation is a threat to my ethics
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| The lightning bugs don’t want to play for you
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| In a jar
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| With no breathing holes
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| You egotistical son of a bitch
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| This is for your amusement
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| But I do it too
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| Sometimes
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| I do it too, yeah
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| I’ve created a problem
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| For everyone to empathise and
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| I don’t know how to resolve it
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| I’ve created a problem
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| You might never would have realized
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| And I don’t know how to resolve it
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| You’ve created a problem
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| Thank you, so much, Socrates
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| 'Cause I don’t know how to resolve it
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| When the problem isn’t listening to me
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| And would rather be in a jar
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| With no breathing holes, suffocating
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| How can good intentions
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| Be so grossly misunderstood
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| Are you serious
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| This is your actual life
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| Actually given to you by actual God
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| And you want to spend it doing this
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| Is there any sentient activity going on in your head
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| This is your actual life
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| Actually given to you by actual God |