| I’ve got this feeling in my blood that I want more
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| This ain’t enough
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| A girlfriend, a movie
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| A slow dance, and straight teeth
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| Some candle lit forced sentiment
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| I’m bored to tears, You’re amorous
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| So please pass the regret
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| It tastes good on thick skin
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| I’m fast approaching death
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| You aren’t helping it
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| Your smile’s been losin' it’s charm
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| You still think you’ve got it
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| Is this the best idea that you’ve ever had?
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| The living room, the furnace heat
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| You pull your hair and gnash and weep
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| Confess how you’ve blessed me
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| While I’m blank, just blinking
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| No pressing lips just pleading speech
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| That falls to the floor to rest on feet
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| That float so light at first but
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| They’ve clotted up with concrete
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| I’m fast approaching death
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| You aren’t helping it
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| Your smiles been losing it’s charm
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| You still think you’ve got it
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| Is this the best idea that you ever had?
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| I’m fast approaching death
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| You aren’t helping it
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| Your smiles been losing it’s charm
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| You still think you’ve got it
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| Is this the best idea that you ever had?
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| This is how
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| This is how it stops
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| This is how
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| This is how it stops
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| I’m still just blinking
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| And you’re still talking
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| There is no meaning not
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| Now
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| Fast approaching death you aren’t helping it
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| You’re a girlfriend, a movie, a slow dance
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| A thought that just passed
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| So fast approaching death we never noticed it
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| It came on and came apart on us
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| The best idea that we never had |