| Stutter step to the beat of a disparaged lover
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| Dumb and pulsing we’ve become
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| The bedroom door is an old black lung
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| It’s arrhythmic
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| Uninviting and pliable
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| With the noble irreverence of shrapnel she came for us
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| Bore into our heads and found thoughtlessness
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| Never minded the faithless courage of shame
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| Or the bravery of oblivion
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| When I’m on her mind, I’m never coming back
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| If two timing is what it takes
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| Then we’ll both know one take is all we need
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| We’re not equipped to stay, unloved
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| But it’s all we’ve got and we’re not at all alright
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| Come on baby, give me the creeps, yea
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| Give me the creeps
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| Come on, give me the creeps, yea
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| Give me the creeps
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| Either you and I or both must go
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| Either you and I or both must go
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| When I’m on her mind I’m never coming back
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| If two timing is what it takes
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| Then we’ll both know one take is all we need
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| We’re not equipped to stay, unloved
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| But it’s all we’ve got and we’re not at all alright
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| There’s no difference between being holy and alone
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| That’s why I’m eagerly fleeing the scene
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| Lead footed
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| Baby return the favor and leave somebody you love
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| Well if they come back they’re drunk and they’re lonely
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| We all get lonely
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| God forbid we indulge when at sea
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| Just the tempest, the temptress and me
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| Naturally bored thriller
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| Nobody knows the trouble I’ve been
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| Or the exacting improvement of sin
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| I’m handing myself over
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| I’m turning myself in
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| War has no glory like a woman ignored
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| So here’s to the empires polluted with dead
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| And the truckers wives who erected them
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| I know the stripper’s real name
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| I know the stripper’s real name
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| I know the stripper’s real name
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| I know the stripper’s real name
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| Stop me if I’m wrong |