I see something's out of place
You tasted all my purity
Now there's nothing left to waste
The feeling gets so in my way
It's getting lost in my delivery . . . . .
And you sold me up the river again
(I don't wanna be alone again)
And you made me start it over again
And you moved me, and you soothed me, and you fought me
and you left me wondering what the hell?
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