| Beauty is a drug and it’s coursing through my veins
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| I sit at home staring at your picture while my colleagues discuss capital gains
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| This love’s just a cloud of cigarette smoke
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| Blows away on the wind but it stays in your throat
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| And the coughing is worse than ever these days
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| You walk into the room and I can’t look up at you
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| All my concentrated efforts added up to one big thing I never meant to do
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| My heart’s been misfiled by the U.S. Postal Service
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| All these people with their expectations make me so nervous
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| And people like them could never be like people like you
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| You’re too bright for me, I’m too dumb for you
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| In the night I see your face in the moon
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| You’re the one who stands rock-solid in the shifting sands
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| And I’m a bad, bad man with a place in my heart for you
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| I got to the place where secret things are sold
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| Thunder in the distance and it sounds like it’s a million years old
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| I see your hair like a waterfall falling
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| Feel like a lone drunk in the parking lot bawling
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| And I don’t know how this house got so incredibly cold
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| I can’t explain it and nobody cares to know
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| Long-dead women call my name from deep inside my radio
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| I sit surrounded by my money and my glory
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| Numbly re-telling my little pointless life story
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| And the chandeliers winked as if to say, «We know»
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| And I’ve confessed all my sins
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| I’m just the type who never ever wins
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| And I pray to God every weekend
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| I fit it in
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| And I’ve kept you waiting so long
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| But everything’s gonna be different when I finish this song
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| And I know myself better than anyone
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| Who’s to say I’m wrong?
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| You’re too bright for me, I’m too dumb for you
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| In the night I see your face in the moon
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| You’re the one who stands rock-solid in the shifting sands
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| And I’m a bad, bad man with a place in my heart for you |