| We’re making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls
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| The less you breathe the more you see of it all
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| The lion’s share is courting the teen; |
| one hand holds them back while the other
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| is holding me
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| We don’t connect but we’re both disconnected
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| Woah, oh yeah! |
| We’re so in love or else we’re waving unloaded guns in the air,
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| but it’s the same thing, ain’t it?
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| I’m only here to give you someone to leave when you get bored
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| But the first mistake’s so good it’ll only ensure another
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| Woah, oh yeah! |
| You look so good or you’re just saving your flaws for the tight
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| lipped lover, but it’s the same thing, ain’t it?
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| We’re lost. |
| Profound
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| And we are bound by the secrets we keep from each other
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| Pick up your heels or dig them in; |
| it doesn’t matter when the void is ravenous
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| It’s too late for us now anyway
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| It’s too late for us now. |
| x2
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| This confession is a lost cause; |
| we are damned before we arrived
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| We’re making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls
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| So grab your old lady and dance into the breach
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| Yeah, let’s dance one more time into the breach!
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| Woah, oh yeah! |
| We’re so in love or we’re just waving unloaded guns in the air,
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| but it’s the same thing, ain’t it?
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| Divine light sparks from a severed wire, so we hit the town like our parachutes
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| failed. |
| x2
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| We’re lost. |
| Profound
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| And we are bound by the same dichotomy |