oh, pretty boy
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you found it hard to really find out what felt right
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you wanna be a pretty girl, you'd humped at night
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the streets, your urgency to bleed
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you bruised up both your knees
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while rifling through women’s jeans
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cause the attraction’s always high
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sparkling, a sparkled fight
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the grittiest of crimes, your clothes are ruined
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you’re running in the wild,
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a horse carrying a child
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you got your kite so high, I think you flew it
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I know it, I think you knew it
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now it’s all bad education
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feeling fine, I’m feeling patient
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girls and boys and full frustration
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st. valentine, I think I taste it
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tugging at the seatbelt
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I’m jumping out the saddle
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I’m shuffling my feet around
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I’m kneeling at the steeple
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when will my heart teeter, tatter?
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I‘m a believer, I’m solid matter
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oh, pretty girl
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you turned it on, you turned it out, it all felt off
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that’s how it is, that’s how it was
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you searched it all so well, underwater in a bell
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you smeared on coral lips while checking off a checked off list
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situations never kind, feathering a dance-hall stride
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you’re playing with the craziest locomotive
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you broke your fingers in the climb
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scuffed up all your pretty shine
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you’ve got your air so thin
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I think you blew it, did I blow it?
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you fell into it
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now it’s all bad education
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feeling fine, I’m feeling patient
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girls and boys and full frustration
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st. valentine, I think I taste it
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tugging at the seatbelt
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I’m jumping out the saddle
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I’m shuffling my feet around
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I’m kneeling at the steeple
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when will my heart teeter, tatter?
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I’m a believer, I’m solid matter
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hey, I think I faked it, oh did I fake it?
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oh boy your lips look good when you fake it
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hey, I think I made it, oh did I make it?
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you tried so hard, boy, you better make it
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I think I’ll take it, oh, should I take it?
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oh, pretty girl, I don’t think you can take it
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I think I hate it, oh, do I hate it?
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I taste it, I taste it
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now it’s all bad education
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feeling fine, I’m feeling patient
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girls and boys and full frustration
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st. valentine, I think I taste it
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tugging at the seatbelt
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I’m jumping out the saddle
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I’m shuffling my feet around
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I’m kneeling at the steeple
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I’m tugging at the seatbelt
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I’m jumping out the saddle
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I’m shuffling my feet around
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I’m kneeling at the steeple
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I hope you feel it in your hands
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I hope you feel it in your hands
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I hope you feel it in your hands
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Bad Education
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| Tilly And The Wall |
