| Princess cards she sends me
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| With her regards
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| Oh, barroom eyes shine vacancy
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| To see her you gotta look hard
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| Wounded deep in battle
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| I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted
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| To her cheshire smile, I’ll stand on file
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| She’s all I ever wanted
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| But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts
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| Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back
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| You wouldn’t even give me time to cover my tracks
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| You’re saying, «Here's your mirror and your ball and jack»
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| But they’re not what I came for
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| And I’m sure you see that, too
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| I came for you, for you, I came for you
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| But you did not need my urgency
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| I came for you, for you, I came for you
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| But your life was one long emergency
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| And the cloud line urges me
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| My electric surges free
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| Climb into my ambulance
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| Your pulse is getting weak
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| Oh, reveal yourself all now to me, girl
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| While you got the chance to speak
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| 'Cause they’re waiting for you at Bellevue
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| With their oxygen masks
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| I could give it all to you now
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| If only you could ask
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| But don’t call for your surgeon
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| Even he says it’s too late
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| It’s not your lungs this time
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| It’s your heart that holds your fate
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| Well don’t give me my money, honey
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| I don’t want it back
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| You and your pony face
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| And your Union Jack
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| Well take your local joker
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| And teach him how to act
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| 'Cause I swore I was never that way
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| Even when I really cracked
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| Didn’t you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive
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| Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound?
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| And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive
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| You could laugh and cry in a single sound, uh-huh, oh-hoh
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| And your strength is devastating
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| In the face of all these odds
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| Remember how I kept you waiting
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| When it was my turn to be the god?
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| You were not quite half too proud
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| When I found you broken on the beach
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| Oh, remember how I poured salt on your tongue
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| And hung just out of reach?
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| And the band, they played the homecoming theme
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| As I caressed your cheek
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| Oh that ragged, jagged melody
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| She still clings to me like a leech
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| But that medal you wore on your chest
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| Always got in your way
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| Like a little girl without a trophy
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| So soft to buy her way
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| We were both hitchhikers
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| But you had your ear tuned to the roar
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| Of some metal-tempered engine
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| On that alien, distant shore
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| And now you left to find a better reason
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| Than the one we were living for
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| And it’s not that nursery mouth I came back for
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| It’s not the way you stretched out on the floor
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| 'Cause I’ve broken all your windows
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| And I’ve rammed through all your doors
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| And who am I to tell you to lick my sore?
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| And you should see that, too
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| I came for you, for you, I came for you
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| But you did not need my urgency
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| I came for you, for you, I came for you
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| But your life was one long emergency
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| And the cloud line urges me
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| And my electric surges free |