| Headlights up ahead
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| Maybe it’s sunlight under a bridge
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| A green light, doesn’t feel right
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| And the sign says don’t look back, my friend
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| I turn around, turned around again
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| «Pull yourself together, man, it’s in your hands.»
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| She slapped my wrist before crawling to bed
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| «Don't think too much,"is what she said
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| Check the mirror for a switch in the back of my head
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| I used to come equipped with a… uh, I’m dead
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| If she catches me in the past tense ever again
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| I just want it so bad, so badly it’s a sin
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| I don’t wanna make love
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| I wanna make a mess again
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| Tear ourselves apart at the seams
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| No I don’t wanna make love
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| I wanna make a mess again
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| Be my problem, my pill
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| Please be all that I need
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| I think I’m good now I found a cure
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| Talk to the television ear to the floor
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| With the world, man I don’t feel so bad
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| Keeping a gun in the top drawer
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| Live a little, unravel your ends
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| So many long to be alive while they can
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| But I like to chase the questions with open ends
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| The second hand is begging for a minute to spend
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| I thought of giving up, letting go of that high
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| Changed the picture in the mirror, now I I let die
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| I was better back when, with the shit eating grin
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| I just want it so bad, so badly it’s a sin
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| I don’t wanna make love
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| I wanna make a mess again
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| Tear ourselves apart at the seams
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| No I don’t wanna make love
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| I wanna make a mess again
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| So be my problem, my pill
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| Please be all that I need
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| It’s not as bad as they say
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| But we don’t care
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| We’re not looking to be saved
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| It’s not as bad as they say
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| But we don’t care
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| We’re not looking to be saved
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| I don’t wanna make love
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| I wanna make a mess again
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| Tear ourselves apart at the seams
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| No I don’t wanna make love
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| I wanna make a mess with you again
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| Be my problem, my pill
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| Please be all that I need |