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| Please make the technology,
So I can turn up your love like some cold machine.
Don't feed me scraps from your bed.
I won't be the stray coming back just to be fed.
I'll be waiting,
Come and seal my fate, Marie.
Just pretend that you want me,
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my...
Well don't be that note I can't hold.
Well don't be that joke that I told and told 'til it got old.
Don't be that hand 'round my throat so I can breath. (So I can breath.)
Say you're my friend but why won't you be my family?
And if you break,
Just don't tell me,
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait......
To be my dream.
Tell me you know what I mean.
(Prove me wrong.)
Settle baby, you are not the sun.
You are not the sun.
Outside your cold lips again.
Settle baby, you are not the sun.
You are not the sun.
So let's pretend that you love me,
And be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my bait.
To be my...
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