| I think I’ve found what I’m looking for…
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| Behind those eyes and open door…
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| That vacant stare, which I adore…
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| I’m your slut, and you’re my whore…
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| Spare yourself the aching heart
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| And spare yourself the pain…
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| Let us just makebelieve
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| It’s yesterday again…
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| And mother, if you’re watching, look away…
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| And mother if you’re wondering
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| But don’t know what to say…
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| Mother if you’re watching, look away…
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| Just look away…
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| I think i found what I’m looking for…
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| So hit the lights, and shut the door…
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| Listen carefully, here’s the score…
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| I’m your slut, and you’re my whore…
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| Spare yourself the aching heart
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| And spare yourself the pain…
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| Let us just makebelieve
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| It’s yesterday again…
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| And mother, if you’re watching, look away…
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| And mother if you’re wondering
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| But don’t know what to say…
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| Mother if you’re watching, look away…
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| Just look away…
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| It sometimes makes me sick inside…
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| Ashamed of a life that I must hide…
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| I know you’ll never understand…
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| I’m sorry there’s no wedding band…
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| But deep inside there’s still that child…
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| Innocent in a world gone wild…
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| Obediant of your moral code…
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| Scarred by a Christian overload…
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| But still I live by truth and love…
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| I still have hopes in the above…
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| I still have interest in the cross…
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| But mother if you’re listening, shut it off…
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| Mother if you’re watching, look away…
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| Just look away…
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| Just look away…
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| Just look away… |