| Sweet love is keeping a very close score
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| She’s cheated death more than one time
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| The tears roll down her face and on to the floor
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| The psychic’s been reading her mind
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| Women with secrets men with their rage
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| The lines run deeper than words on the page
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| Breeze through the window, it turns bitter chill
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| Pretend we don’t feel it, lie here real still
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| Whispered in visions of new earth shine
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| We volunteer to do nothing again
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| The world falls around us all we can do is whine
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| Living out the future of original sin
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| Women with secrets men with their rage
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| The lines run deeper than actors on the stage
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| Breeze through the mountains turns bitter chill
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| Pretend we don’t feel it, lie here real still
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| Well now follow me to the water
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| Dive right through the film
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| Swim in the madness, fulfill every whim
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| Why worry about tomorrow that you’ll never see
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| Why talk about the children that will never be
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| Give us this day our daily bread
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| Forgive us our monstrosities
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| No more stories of the Quick and the Dead
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| The asphalt will burn with our liabilities |