20 lyrics for "Your fingers at me"

Your medication makes me high Just be patient I'm like a patient trying to find Run your fingers down my spine And I say to myself, what a wonderful herb
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Tie my right hand to the bible You can burn your paper fingers in the ashtray Place your swollen lips on mine You can shave your heavy head in my carpeted hallway Sure for the first time you're wearing the right clothes Now take them off Meet me on the
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You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight Oh you are my one, and only And you'll be alright I'll hold you tightly, I'll give you nothing but truth If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you You are my one, and only You were just
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You don't like me I don't like you Middle fingers up Get the-get the fuck up Middle fingers up Crack it, crack it, crack it Put your fists up Crack it, crack it Ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
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I'm super, super Snap my fingers just like that You think I'm super So you wanna be just like me On the cover of your magazine Think you wanna be just like me Everybody's watching me To be super, super To be super, super girl
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What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too If you shake my hand better count your fingers What if I do get caught? What if there is no judgment? If I'm right I lose nothing, if you're right I lose it all I ought to get caught because I'm doing
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I let my fingers do the walking When it's late at night and you're fast asleep I press record, I become a phene And no one else is watching I'm alone now, starin' at the ceiling I'm kinda bored now, I can't sleep And you and me can't make my life
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I said, hey, girl with one eye Get your filthy fingers out of my pie I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry You made me cry That's the price she'll pay She told me not to step on the cracks I told her not to fuss and relax Pretty little
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I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from me to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face My fingers in creases of distant dark places I hang my coat
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And when I walked away I left footsteps in the mud so you could follow me But all we knew is that we cared, uh You're so bad at holding water, slips right through your fingers We'd both end up drowning, it would hit the ground And then the path would
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