| You used me like an ashtray heart
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| Case of the punks
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| Right from the start
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| I feel like a glass shrimp in a pink panty
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| With a saccharine chaperone
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| Make invalids out of supermen
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| Call in a «shrink»
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| And pick you up in a girdle
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| You used me like an ashtray heart
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| Right from the start
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| Case of the punks
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| Another day, another way
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| Somebody’s had too much to think
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| Open up another case of the punks
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| Each pillow is touted like a rock
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| The mother / father figure
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| Somebody’s had too much to think
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| Send your mother home your navel
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| Case of the punks
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| New hearts to the dining rooms
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| Violet heart cake
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| Dissolve in new cards, boards, throats, underwear
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| Ashtray heart
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| You picked me out, brushed me off
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| Crushed me while I was burning out
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| Then you picked me out
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| Like an ashtray heart
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| Hid behind the curtain
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| Waited for me to go out
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| A man on a porcupine fence
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| Used me for an ashtray heart
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| Hit me where the lover hangs out
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| Stood behind the curtain
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| While they crushed me out
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| You used me for an ashtray heart
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| You looked in the window when I went out
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| You used me like an ashtray heart. |