Well I was lost in conversation
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When he called, you were sick and blue
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But all that I could do
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Is make your fears come true
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You see I’m sick and tired of masturbation
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Sick and tired of all this yuppie flu
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So all that I can do
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Is make your fears come true
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Then multiply
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Multiply
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Your fears will multiply
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Multiply
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Well I was lost in contemplation
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When he called you could not get through
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So all that call could do
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Was make your fears come true
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You see I’m sick of all our confrontations
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Sick of how you stick to me like glue
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So all that I could do
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Is make your fears come true
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Then multiply
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Multiply
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Your fears will multiply
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Multiply
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And your love for me will die
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Long Division
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| Placebo |
