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Pieta Brown
I don't want what you can't give
And I won't tell you how to live
No, I'm just not that kind, or something like that
Plus you really blow my mind
Like 40,000 miles of volcanoes
Singing in silvers and dancing in golds
On the bottom of the killing floor
Don't worry now, I'll never ask for more
A penny for your thoughts well that's OK
I want them all and I will pay
With wishes in the purest form
Just hold me now through the eye of the storm
And then I won't
No I won't
Then I won't
No I won't
Then I won't
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