| Close up on your lips, lyin' to me
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| Sayin' I’m with you, wherever you’ll be
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| A jumpcut to the bed we used to share
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| Before you had the baby and I cut off my hair
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| What’s a life without the consequences?
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| What’s a knife without the sharpened edges?
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| Did I cut the wrong wire today?
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| Did I set it on fire? |
| The way
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| Scotland burned in '44
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| Like I never learned to leave a war
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| I just keep comin' back for more
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| For more
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| A wide shot of the aisle of a grocery store
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| Panned down to the crooked wheel on the dirty white floor
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| Maybe all I’ll ever be is a cameo here
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| A face a crowd might recognize, it comes on twice a year
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| And then I disappear
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| Did I cut the wrong wire today?
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| Did I set it on fire? |
| The way
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| Scotland burned in '44
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| Like I never learned to leave a war
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| I just keep comin' back for more
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| Can we take a walk before you walk away?
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| Can we try to talk, or will you call it fake?
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| Can we take a walk before you walk away?
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| Walk away
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| What’s a life without the consequences?
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| What’s a knife without the sharpened edges?
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| Did I cut the wrong wire today?
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| Did I set it on fire? |
| The way
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| Scotland burned in '44
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| Like I never learned to leave a war
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| I just keep comin' back for more
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| For more |