| All my body's undulating
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| Back and forth but it's too late and
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| There's no cure and no sedating
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| All this pain we're generating
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| This prolonged, insane, grotesque thing
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| That we wrongly have been naming "love"
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| Honey, this ain't love, no
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| Pretty soon, I will be feeding
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| On the taps your little feet in
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| Silver boots make when they're fleeing town
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| And I can't get around to being
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| Much surprised by memories speeding
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| On the road on which we're bleeding
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| Love
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| Honey, this ain't love
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| I want you to hold me
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| Perpendicularly only
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| A sundial for the gods
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| We were born, born to fail
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| I want you to hold me
|
| Perpendicularly only
|
| A sundial for the gods
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| We were born, born to fail
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| It's raining cats and dogs and lightning
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| Strikes my heart and sheds some light on
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| To the fact it ain't so frightening
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| How there hasn't been your pretty sight in
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| So much time, my teeth are whitening
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| From the blood we shed while biting
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| Love
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| Honey, this ain't love
|
| I want you to hold me
|
| Perpendicularly only
|
| A sundial for the gods
|
| We were born, born to fail
|
| I want you to hold me
|
| Perpendicularly only
|
| A sundial for the gods
|
| We were born, born to fail
|
| I want you to hold me
|
| Perpendicularly only
|
| A sundial for the gods
|
| We were born, born to fail
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| Only
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| Born to fail
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| I want you to hold me
|
| Perpendicularly only
|
| A sundial for the gods
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| We were born, born to fail |