| Oh, honeybear, honeybear, honeybear
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| Mascara, blood, ash and cum
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| On the Rorschach sheets where we make love
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| Honeybear, honeybear, honeybear
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| You fuck the world damn straight malaise
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| It may be just us who feel this way
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| But don’t ever doubt this, my steadfast conviction
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| My love, you’re the one I want to watch the ship go down with
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| The future can’t be real, I barely know how long a moment is
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| Unless we’re naked, getting high on the mattress
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| While the global market crashes
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| As death fills the streets we’re garden-variety oblivious
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| You grab my hand and say in an «I told you so» voice:
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| «It's just how we expected»
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| Everything is doomed
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| And nothing will be spared
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| But I love you, honeybear
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| Honeybear, honeybear, honeybear
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| You’re bent over the altar
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| And the neighbors are complaining
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| That the misanthropes next door
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| Are probably conceiving a Damien
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| Don’t they see the darkness rising?
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| Good luck fingering oblivion
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| We’re getting out now while we can
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| You’re welcome boys, have the last of the smokes and chicken
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| Just one Cadillac will do to get us out to where we’re going
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| I’ve brought my mother’s depression
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| You’ve got your father’s scorn and a wayward aunt’s schizophrenia
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| But everything is fine
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| Don’t give into despair
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| Cause I love you, honeybear
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| Honeybear, honeybear, honeybear |