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Cheekbones and hormones |
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Your only self-defense |
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Lying through dinner |
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And your rock and roll teeth again |
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You've harbored a coward |
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Fed him full of broth |
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This nocturnal sadness |
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Leave you pale as this tablecloth |
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Careful don't you spill your dinner |
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That would be a good defense |
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Then you wouldn't have to sit here |
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On the fence |
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Cheekbones and hormones |
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He's the accidental man |
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Tell you in a stage whisper about the boy who cried benefit |
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As the poet drags the darkness |
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Within him to the light |
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It's only in self-defense |
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That they drag you out into the night |
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Careful don't you spill your dinner |
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That would be your best defense |
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Careful what you wish for |
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An idiot and a genius |
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Standing up to dine |
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Breaking manmade laws |
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Cause I only follow those that are divine |
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And only when you're chased |
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Do you ever run fast |
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And it's wrong to commit a suicide |
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It's only in self-defense |
