| Why are your clothes scattered on the garden, when the taxi is waiting?
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| Why are your eyes dark-hooded and forlorn?
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| Their light is diminished, a jade so rare fading jaded
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| How can you call yourself an actress, when you cannot get your act together?
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| How can you say you know tragedy, when you are yet to meet her?
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| You’ll drive all night but won’t get there
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| With vim, determined just to suffer… because everyone loves a breakdown
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| Everyone loves a breakdown
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| Go easier on me
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| Sulpher, burning amber, driving under golden twilight
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| Rising, sleeping, walking, never waking, fast asleep
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| Bathing low in shallow streams of consciousness and dreaming
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| You know we ever only want relentless fours and break beats
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| There’s a hung over girl in bed, her head hits relentless fours
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| Her heart is an offbeat high hat, the body composes you don’t even know it
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| Dance to your pulse tonight
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| The body composes you don’t even know it
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| We only want relentless fours |