This pounding in my chest
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Will be digested with a grain
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Of salt they couldn't find
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When disecting my brain
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You found an avenue to course through
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Like blood in my veins
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Now just decode my pulse in morse to hear
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The things I couldn't say, wait
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I hope that you catch up when you catch on
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Chorus:
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I must be a dead give-away
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If not I'm well on my way
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Go slow, Tip-toe,
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Don't give me away
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I'm a dead give-away
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If not I'm well on my way
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Go slow, Tip-toe,
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Don't give me away
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'Till my cup runneth over darling
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Hit the nail on the head
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Yeah hit it right on the nose
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To knock your qualms and hesitations
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Down like dominos
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Where is all my skill in prose?
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Where are all my fancy clothes?
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I keep forgetting things I need to not
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Be overly exposed, wait
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I hope that you catch up when you catch on
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Chorus x2
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My body's shakin' like an earthquake
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I really wish I could articulate
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My body's shakin' like an earthquake
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Shake, shake.
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Chorus
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Why don't you give me away?
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Chorus
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My Cup Runneth Over
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Vanity Theft |