| Naked in the bathtub, sitting on the porcelain
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| Waiting for that little hurricane to pull your torso
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| And the water don’t run; |
| just drips like rain
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| Still drips like a painkiller drips to the veins
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| Fill it up with a bag of that happy stuff
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| Cause the way she runs out you can tell she ain’t had enough
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| Good times goddess, my goodness
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| Goth fingernail polish autopilot footprints
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| With a smile that’s stitched to the fabric
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| Of bedtime tales that keep them kids out of the attic
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| The mouth of madness, loud and manic
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| The motive of the word, hold it south on the atlas
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| Picture a hole, put your hero in
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| Envision the goal, now zero in
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| Been watching your night train track for the last few stops
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| With no desire to hop in
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| How did we end up in your apartment?
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| Pocket full of gossip says this ain’t smart
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| When it’s all said and done can’t hit restart
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| But I’ll be damned if I don’t wanna kiss you… hard
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| Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
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| Ain’t got nothing but too much to lose
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| Lost in the rush, don’t know what to do
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| That drug got you like I want you
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| Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
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| Ain’t got nothing but too much to lose
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| Lost in the rush, don’t know what to do
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| That drug got you like I want you
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| I’ve got a restraining order against Satan’s daughter
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| And I keep it at the bottom of this Jameson & water
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| And when we get there, we can sit there and stare
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| From behind your mascara and your thick hair
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| I’m aware of that pain you harbor
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| The same that give game to the names you martyr
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| Apart from the details of substance and what not
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| I fucks wit that hunger of love pistol gut rot
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| Bloodshot, gimme one shot, my shot
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| Propped up on enough talk to make the time stop
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| The lines of chalk that that Benjamin might cop
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| Killed the illustrations on the neighborhood sidewalks
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| Then all of a sudden she got silent
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| Pupils like marbles hide behind the eyelids
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| Getaway sticks, go limp and hold place
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| That fucked up smile sucked up most her face
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| Truly beauty, seemed serene, each criticism becomes redeemed
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| Swallow my words no more judgement is through
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| 'Cause you look like what I feel like when I’m with you
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| Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
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| Ain’t got nothing but too much to lose
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| Lost in the rush, don’t know what to do
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| That drug got you like I want you
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| Shoulda known better not to fuck with you
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| Ain’t got nothing but too much to lose
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| Lost in the rush, don’t know what to do
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| That drug got you like I want you |