| A bit too young, a touch too numb
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| Coming up for air
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| With ten wars at once on the news at five
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| You’d do anything to feel alive
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| And you’re smiling…
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| Darling you, you’ve got to know
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| That I’m onto you, and
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| I want to feel my body on top of you
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| And get used, if only for
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| The view from above
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| You’re stupid high, in the back of my
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| Idling, sidetracked mind
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| Chewing foil between your teeth
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| Skipping school to screw in your backseat
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| Girl that prayer won’t get you much
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| But on your knees to feel the touch
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| Darling you, you’ve got to know
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| That I lied to you
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| When I said someday I could die for you
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| When we knew that we’d both
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| Die for anything
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| She said
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| «Johnny come lately
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| You can’t save me.»
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| So, who can save your bad behavior?
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| Who can save our bad behavior?
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| Darling you, you’ve got to know that I lied to you
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| When I said someday I would die for you
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| When we knew that we’d both
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| Die for anything |