Back, back way back You used to front like Angkor Wat.
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The gloves are off. The wisdom teeth are out.
What you on about?
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You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl.
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Maybe she's gone and I can't resurrect her.
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I can't do it alone.
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The truth is, she doesn't need me to protect her.
She's tougher than leather.
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These lines were borrowed from Vampire Weekend's Step, and re-arranged for a friend.
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