Well you can bark all night
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but you¡¯re never gonna bite
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so I don¡¯t care
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because it¡¯s dark and light
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and their fighting for the right
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to choose your her
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well you can swing your arms
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you cam work your charms
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but not on me
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you can scream and shout
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that your fires burning out
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so don¡¯t blow air
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Swimming in a sea that¡¯s never been this close to me, yeah
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You¡¯ve got a lot to answer for
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I¡¯ve got a couple of questions more
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cause you know I¡¯m right
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most the time
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You can bear a cross
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you can tick a box
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it¡¯s just a square
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with your knuckles grazed
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it¡¯s the way you raise your families here
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A slicker for the sun and how the summer¡¯s got a gun, yeah
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You¡¯ve got a lot to answer for
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I¡¯ve got a couple of questions more
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cause you know I¡¯m right
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most the time
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Burn the books that you¡¯ve adorned
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with words you stole from fools before you
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and those words they write
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aint too bright
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and those words you write keep me up all night
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All night
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You¡¯ve got a lot to answer for
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I¡¯ve got a couple of questions more
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cause you know I¡¯m right
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most the time
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Pillow Talk
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Kids In Glass Houses |