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I was a lover before this war |
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Held up in a luxury suite behind a well barricaded door |
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Now that I've cleaned up, gone legit |
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I can see clearly round, oh, round those square peg door figure |
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I'm locked in my bedroom |
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So send back the clowns |
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My clone wears a brown shirt |
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And I seduce him when there's no one around |
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Mano e Mano on a bed of nails |
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Bring it on like a storm 'til I knock the wind out of his sails |
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And we don't make eye contact when we have run-ins in town |
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Just a barely polite nod and nervous stares towards the ground |
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I once joined a peace class, plastic innards |
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Slow dance with commas like a land of the words |
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And we liked to party |
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And we kept it live |
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And we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang |
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To keep a handle on all this jive |
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Oh, we unbridled, let's talk to kill the time |
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How many scars did you cycle through before you were mine |
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And it's been a while since we went wild and that's all fine |
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But we're sleepwalking through this trial and it's really a crime |
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It's really a crime, it's really a crime |
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It's really criminal |
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We're just busy tempting, like fate's on the nod |
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Running on empty, bourbon and God |
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It's been a while since we knew the way |
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And it's been even longer since our plastic priest class |
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Had a goddamned thing to say |
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I was a lover before this war |
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I was a lover before this war |
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I was a lover before this war |
