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And the road that lead you to both of them Is for the races and wrecks But there's less of a mystery in If we just get some directions sex
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Well, at first you say just do it for love But you do it with friends, right As soon as you do it for Right there's the innocence ends
How will you navigate between and worse With these numbers of people to count? The pop charts are just cutting For the of units you mount
When spirit gets in accounting The takes its toll You find yourself craving numbers It's the sex-drug of rock and
And it leads you to strange Like image, marketing trying to get them to like you, that's what you think How could be such a sin?
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ground They to pave it over Sacred it all the same
Well, what do you want them to you for? See the question to ask, that's the question Would it you if everyone knew your face If that face were only a
And why do you them to like you? What change are you trying to Or do you after just their attention Do you want them to come when you
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What you to do? What you tryin' to do? Capture beauty So that you could feel loved for an Is it the power of attractive, no
It is just the attraction of See, sex and are much the same We with hearts and skin And what you are going to get out of them Is what you put in
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