| My heart ain’t broken 'cause that implies
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| It was ever in one piece before tonight
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| Paradise is poison in my veins
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| Winter runs its fingers through the vapours that remain
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| Burn your books in the car
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| Fix your eyes on a star
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| And imagine you can handle the loss
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| Of a beautiful girl
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| Wrapped in black icy curls
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| Though your thoughts are like broken glass dragging you down
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| None of these roads ever lead
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| Ever gonna lead to your door
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| God knows I’ve been here before and
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| I don’t need no long walk home down a loveless parade
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| Seems I was born in a dead man’s suit
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| I was born in a dead man’s suit
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| Druken old Olympian in the blocks
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| Lousy on the trigger and his eye ain’t on the clock
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| Feed me like a monkey and I’ll swing
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| Deep inside the canopy where fire and ice are king
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| Burn your books in the car
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| Fix your eyes on a star
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| And imagine you can handle the loss
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| Of a beautiful girl
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| Wrapped in black icy curls
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| Though your thoughts are like broken glass dragging you down
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| None of these roads ever lead
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| Ever gonna lead to your door
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| God knows I’ve been here before and
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| I don’t need no long walk home down a loveless parade
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| Seems I was born in a dead man’s suit
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| I was born in a dead man’s suit
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| Sister quick pull the cord
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| There’s a horse on the ward
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| With a mouthful of diamonds for teeth
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| In a dusty old cape stands a man in its wake
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| Singing I got a woman that loves like an ocean and
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| None of these roads ever lead
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| Ever gonna lead to your door
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| God knows I’ve been here before and
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| I don’t need no long walk home down a loveless parade
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| Seems I was born in a dead man’s suit
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| I was born in a dead man’s suit
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| Under trees that bear no fruit |