| Catastrophe waits for me
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| In the form of a girl
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| With long hair and narrow hips
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| And eyes as bright as pearls
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| I know I’m a goner
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| I know I’m as good as walking dead
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| I know I’m a goner
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| I should have known as soon as she said
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| Oh, I like your music and the way it fucks with my head
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| Why, oh why, do I play with fire
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| When I know that I’ll get burned
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| All the scars that I’ve acquired
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| You’d think that I’d have learned
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| I know I’m a goner
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| I know I’m as good as burning ash
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| I know I’m a goner
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| I should have known as soon as she asked
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| Why do all your songs sound happy but seem so sad?
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| Would you like to go home with me? |
| (Go)
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| Would you like to go home with me? |
| (Go)
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| Would you like to go home with me? |
| (Go)
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| Would you like to go home?
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| I’m so alone
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| Catastrophe sleeps beside me
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| In the form of a girl
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| Her naked flesh pressed against me
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| Outside the sleeping world
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| I know I’m a goner
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| I know I’m as good as dead again
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| I know I’m a goner
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| I should have known it happened the moment when
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| She came to me and said, «Hello, I am a fan»
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh |