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Candy is quick and she's good at impressions She's stacked on the corner, man, she's stacked on the street She's got pills that distort her depression Counting her friends on her hands and her feet You let it roll right through your fingertips, babe Running as hard and as fast as you could Stealing the boots of the soldiers who were otherwise done Misunderstanding what was misunderstood Is twice as bad as love, oh Twice as bad as love, and not that sad Twice as bad as love Once to be heard, twice to be had Imagine yourself as a saint or a poet Stealing the boots off the dead and well-worn Hosea was some fuck that she met in the projects Yeah, but he made her feel like she belonged You let it roll right through your fingertips, Candy Running as hard and as fast as you could A bucket full of pills and some [???] Misunderstanding what was misunderstood Is twice as bad as love, oh Twice as bad as love, but not that sad Twice as bad as love Once to be heard, twice to be had Once to be heard, twice to be had . . . ohh 1 have viewed this page!
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