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You're my favorite explosion. |
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A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words. |
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A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me, |
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You'd better not get back up! |
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I spit my heart into this red cup. |
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I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night. |
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And she said, 'Baby, leave the water by the bed for later, |
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and I woke up without a single drop. |
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I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans. |
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Go down your list and be satisfied if all you have is not enough. |
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(True love comes from more than just the heart) |
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She said paint a picture on me, |
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throw your dress up and your heart away. |
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Yeah, I heard what you said. |
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A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid. |
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And if that doesn't turn you on. |
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I'll keep talking till something does. |
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As we're covered in sand, you roll over and smile. |
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I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans. |
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Go down your list and be satisfied it's all you have. |
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And until that day, |
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I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses. |
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Red rose of the dead. |
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How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside her head? |
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So say it, say I'm in love, cause you called me |
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crying from your job, said you just got fired. |
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And you don't have a backup plan, |
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so don't expect me to understand. |
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(A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, |
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she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco) |
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Yeah! |
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We all breakdown. |
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Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends, |
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but they were there from beginning to end. |
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I'm tired of holding up your backup plans. |
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Go down your list and be satisfied it's all you have. |
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You know I've never held a gun in my life, |
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but now I carry one around in case I see you tonight. |
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Bedroom walls. |
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Oh, these bedroom walls. |
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Oh, I hate what it tastes like. |
