| Yeah baby you and me, we’re the perfect match
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| Maybe we could (Ab)use our sexuality, to justify being attached
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| Yeah we’re perfect for each other, cause someone needs to care for me
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| And you need a reason for living, and baby that’s me
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| And you seem to need a man, to retain an identity
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| And we need each other, cause otherwise we’ll die so obviously
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| Together in crippled bliss, we can perpetuate our insanity
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| See mom and dad taught us, what we need to find in a mate
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| Find a man with power, find a woman with beauty
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| In our social sect, we call the punk rock scene
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| This means the man with the most popular, the woman that looks straight out of
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| fashion magazines
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| See I’m afraid I’ll die, if someone don’t provide for me
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| And you seem to need a man, to retain an identity
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| And we need each other, cause otherwise we’ll die so obviously
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| Together in crippled bliss, we can perpetuate our insanity
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| I found out the truth today
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| I found self-sufficiency inside a human being
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| I found my real savior today
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| And my saviors name is me |