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So, you don't get to be a saint |
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Martyrs never last this long |
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Guess I'll never be the one |
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To defeat desire in song |
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Here's a marker |
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Here's my naked skin |
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Our exhibit A |
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Put a small X where I lost my way |
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All the actors broke their legs |
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And it's too late to postpone |
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The producer's getting high |
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And the audience went home |
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Smile and take your awkward bow |
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Turn and stumble off the stage |
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Let the rain be your applause |
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And every encore soothe your rage |
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Squint with one eye |
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Hum a show tune, wait |
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For your ride to say |
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Oh, that's where you must have lost your way |
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Megaphones in helicopters squeal |
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"Hey, are you okay?" |
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Searchlights circle |
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Where we lost our way |
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All our accidents went purposeful and fell |
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Stripped of providence or any way to tell |
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Our intentions were intangible and sweet |
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Sick with simple math and shy discoveries |
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Piled up against our impending defeat |
