Answer
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Fever
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dream
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high
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in
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the
|
quiet
|
You
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know
|
that
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I
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caught
|
it
|
Bad
|
bad
|
boy
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Shiny
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toy
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with
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a
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price
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You
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know
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that
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I
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bought
|
it
|
Killing
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me
|
slow
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out
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the
|
window
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I'm
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always
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waiting
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for
|
you
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to
|
be
|
waiting
|
below
|
Devils
|
roll
|
the
|
dice
|
angels
|
roll
|
their
|
eyes
|
What
|
doesn't
|
kill
|
me
|
makes
|
me
|
want
|
you
|
more
|
And
|
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Answer
|
it's
|
new
|
the
|
shape
|
of
|
your
|
body
|
It's
|
blue
|
the
|
feeling
|
I've
|
got
|
And
|
it's
|
ooh
|
whoa
|
oh
|
It's
|
a
|
cruel
|
summer
|
It's
|
cool
|
that's
|
what
|
I
|
tell
|
'em
|
No
|
rules
|
in
|
breakable
|
heaven
|
But
|
ooh
|
whoa
|
oh
|
It's
|
a
|
cruel
|
summer
|
With
|
you
|
Hang
|
your
|
head
|
low
|
In
|
the
|
glow
|
of
|
the
|
vending
|
machine
|
I'm
|
not
|
dying
|
You
|
|
Answer
|
say
|
that
|
we'll
|
just
|
screw
|
it
|
up
|
in
|
these
|
trying
|
times
|
We're
|
not
|
trying
|
So
|
cut
|
the
|
headlights
|
summer's
|
a
|
knife
|
I'm
|
always
|
waiting
|
for
|
you
|
just
|
to
|
cut
|
to
|
the
|
bone
|
Devil's
|
roll
|
the
|
dice
|
angels
|
roll
|
their
|
eyes
|
And
|
if
|
I
|
bleed
|
you'll
|
be
|
the
|
last
|
to
|
know
|
Oh
|
it's
|
new
|
the
|
shape
|
of
|
your
|
body
|
|
Answer
|
It's
|
blue
|
the
|
feeling
|
I've
|
got
|
And
|
it's
|
ooh
|
whoa
|
oh
|
It's
|
a
|
cruel
|
summer
|
It's
|
cool
|
that's
|
what
|
I
|
tell
|
'em
|
No
|
rules
|
in
|
breakable
|
heaven
|
But
|
ooh
|
whoa
|
oh
|
It's
|
a
|
cruel
|
summer
|
With
|
you
|
I'm
|
drunk
|
in
|
the
|
back
|
of
|
the
|
car
|
And
|
I
|
cried
|
like
|
a
|
baby
|
coming
|
home
|
from
|
the
|
bar
|
(oh)
|
Said
|
|
Answer
|
"I'm
|
fine"
|
but
|
it
|
wasn't
|
true
|
I
|
don't
|
wanna
|
keep
|
secrets
|
just
|
to
|
keep
|
you
|
And
|
I
|
snuck
|
in
|
through
|
the
|
garden
|
gate
|
Every
|
night
|
that
|
summer
|
just
|
to
|
seal
|
my
|
fate
|
|
And
|
I
|
screamed
|
for
|
whatever
|
it's
|
worth
|
"I
|
love
|
you"
|
ain't
|
that
|
the
|
worst
|
thing
|
you
|
ever
|
heard?
|
He
|
looks
|
up
|
grinning
|
like
|
a
|
devil
|
|
Answer
|
It's
|
new
|
the
|
shape
|
of
|
your
|
body
|
It's
|
blue
|
the
|
feeling
|
got
|
And
|
it's
|
ooh
|
whoa
|
oh
|
It's
|
a
|
cruel
|
summer
|
It's
|
cool
|
that's
|
what
|
I
|
tell
|
'em
|
No
|
rules
|
in
|
breakable
|
heaven
|
But
|
ooh
|
whoa
|
oh
|
It's
|
a
|
cruel
|
summer
|
With
|
you
|
I'm
|
drunk
|
in
|
the
|
back
|
of
|
the
|
car
|
And
|
I
|
cried
|
like
|
a
|
baby
|
|
Answer
|
coming
|
home
|
from
|
the
|
bar
|
(oh)
|
Said
|
"I'm
|
fine"
|
but
|
it
|
wasn't
|
true
|
I
|
don't
|
wanna
|
keep
|
secrets
|
just
|
to
|
keep
|
you
|
And
|
I
|
snuck
|
in
|
through
|
the
|
garden
|
gate
|
Every
|
night
|
that
|
summer
|
just
|
to
|
seal
|
my
|
fate
|
(oh)
|
And
|
I
|
screamed
|
for
|
whatever
|
it's
|
worth
|
"I
|
love
|
you"
|
ain't
|
that
|
the
|
worst
|
thing
|
you
|
ever
|
heard?
|
|