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Pull My Hair - Bright Eyes (明亮的眼睛)
Is the passion all gone
Or is it still newly wed
If all this heat is doing is making us stick to the bed
Then there is no life to revive
But if the hunger is still there hidden somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom we've been trying to hide
Then dig it up and devour
And it will be more like a song
And less like its math
If you pull on my hair and bite me like that
And it will be more like a song
And less like its math
If you pull on my hair and bite me like that
And it will be more like a song
And it will be more like a song
And the truth is that I can't hardly wait
And I don't care if we stay up too late
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
And it will be more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on my hair and bite me like that
And it will be more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that
And bite me like that And bite me like that
And it will be more like a song and less like its math
If you pull on hair and bite me like that
If you pull on hair and bite me like that