| What a mess you carry around
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| What a foreword they wrote for you
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| When you undress, you’re still gowned
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| No one gets through
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| And what a song your story makes
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| What a load you’ve had to bear
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| Go on, do what it takes
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| You’re in repair
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| Take it out on me, I can take it
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| Take your time, trust I’ll be here still
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| Give me hell, cast a spell, say you’ll leave me
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| It’s alright, I trust you never will
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| Let it go, let it out
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| And let them roll their eyes
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| They don’t know what you’re about
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| Behind your disguise
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| Take it out on me, I can take it
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| Take your time, I will be here still
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| Give me hell, cast a spell, say you’ll leave me
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| Everything’s alright, baby
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| 'Cause I love your Sunday spirit
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| I love the «Monday mom,"and no matter what you do
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| I love you on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, too
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| Take it out on me, don’t wanna loose you
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| Go ahead baby, and get it over with
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| Give me hell, cast a spell, you’re so see-through
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| It’s alright, baby
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| Take it out on me, I can take it
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| Take your time, trust I’ll be here still
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| Give me hell, go cast a spell, and say you’ll leave me
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| It’s alright, I know you never will |