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Well here is me on tragedy
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I always want what's out of reach
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She pulls dyed black hair back and sighs
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fuck that night out with the guys
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I never get a word in with them, anyway.
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The telephone doesn't scare me anymore
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you're home
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And I am here alone
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my dear
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Always stupidly sarcastic
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my hyper - spastic superhero girl.
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So break the bruised monogamy
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and let him fade to memory
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And your erotic wet atomic eyes
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keep reoccuring in my mind
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Do me a favor please
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and touch your lips to mine.
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The telephone doesn't scare me anymore
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you're home
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And I am here alone my dear
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Always stupidly sarcastic
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my hyper - spastic superhero girl.
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Superhero Girl
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| Eve 6 |
