| I don’t have to like the things you say sometimes
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| Then I don’t like the things I say
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| Now vowels and consonants our weaponry
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| We vowed to love eternally
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| And I hear your pain screaming
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| And I hear your pain in the silent evenings
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| We used to be happy
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| We used to make happy
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| On the stove
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| On our own
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| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you
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| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| No, I need to be more like you
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| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| Within the tension of your opposites
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| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| Somehow the lingering sweetness
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| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| Without betraying your bitterness
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| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you
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| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| I don’t have to like swinging from extremes
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| The lows so low, the highs so high
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| From throwing knives to dessert stirring
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| Our tight rope act just balancing
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| And I hear your pain screaming at me
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| Hear your pain screaming
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| We used, used to be
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| We used to make happy
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| We used to make, make happy
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| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you
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| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| No, I need to be more like you
|
| Satiny luscious chocolate
|
| Within the tension of your opposites
|
| Satiny luscious chocolate
|
| Somehow the lingering sweetness
|
| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| Without betraying your bitterness
|
| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you
|
| Satiny luscious chocolate
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| I don’t hate you, I don’t hate you
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| Hear your pain screaming
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| We used to make happy
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| We used to make, make happy
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| In a cauldron on our stove
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| I feel fire, sweet water
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| We used to make, make happy
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| We used to make happy |