| Hanging off the bridge by a fingernail
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| Trapped in the harbor when the ship set sail
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| Boy, you’re one card short of the pack
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| Begging for your baby to take you back
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| Stubbed a cigarette out on his hand
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| Scrawls her name across the sand
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| But it disappears like King Canute
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| Tide didn’t like his attitude
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| Always shadowboxing
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| Face up and throw your gloves in
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| Lose your imaginary friends
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| Always good for nothing
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| She can’t ever love him
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| No man is ever innocent, innocent
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| Bouncing off the walls with no wish to land
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| Erase your fingerprints and your retina scan
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| There’s no point in the life he should lead
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| Chain leg to a piano and sink through the weeds
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| Gone are all the dreams that last forever
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| He towed the line when never meant never
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| They had something better than the cynical beast
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| Weren’t sucked in by the popular disease
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| Always shadowboxing
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| Face up and throw your gloves in
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| Lose your imaginary friends
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| Always good for nothing
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| She can’t ever love him
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| No man is ever innocent
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| Always shadowboxing
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| Face up and throw your gloves in
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| Lose your imaginary friends
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| Always good for nothing
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| She can’t ever love him
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| No man is ever innocent, innocent
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| Innocent, innocent |