| You are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head
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| But me, I’m just the covers on top of your bed
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| You steer away in a rear view mirror, you make my head swim
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| I keep you warm and won’t ask you where you’ve been
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| With your backless black dress soaked to the skin
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| When it’s said and done they’re all scrambling
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| And we’re friends, yeah we’re friends
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| Just because we move units
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| Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames
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| We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame
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| At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining
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| Everyone deserves the flames but it’s such a shame
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| Such a shame
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| The sounds of this small town make my ears hurt (make my ears hurt)
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| Oh yeah, you caught me. |
| But I caught you one worse
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| They say, «you want a war? |
| You’ve got a war.»
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| But who are you fighting for?
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| The tides out, the ship’s run aground
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| We drown traitors in shallow water
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| With your backless black dress soaked to the skin
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| When it’s said and done they’re all scrambling
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| And we’re friends, yeah we’re friends
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| Just because we move units
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| Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames
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| We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame
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| At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining
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| Everyone deserves the flames but it’s such a shame
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| Such a shame
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| Everyone is trying, everyone is shining
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| Everyone deserves the flames but it’s such a shame
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| Such a shame
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| Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames
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| We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame
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| At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining
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| Everyone deserves the flames but it’s such a shame
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| Such a shame |