| There’s no one around
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| Who knows me well
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| And at the protest downtown
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| The whole thing, peace sells
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| The way that sex sells
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| I’m a love song
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| Playing backwards
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| I am kidnapped
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| But I love my captor
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| All this hardship
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| What comes after
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| Four black horses
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| And nervous laughter
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| There’s nothing in me that you’ll grow to like
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| But reach inside me and pull out what’s nice
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| Have I been dead my whole life?
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| I’m just a love song
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| Playing backwards
|
| And I am kidnapped
|
| But I love my captor
|
| All this hardship
|
| What comes after
|
| Four black horses
|
| And nervous laughter
|
| And you say
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| They’re better off without me
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| Oh Jesus Christ I’m
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| Trembling
|
| I’m helpless again
|
| And they say
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| That planet Earth
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| Is lonely
|
| But less so when you
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| Hold me
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| Get out of your head
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| I’m a love song
|
| Playing backwards
|
| And I am kidnapped
|
| But I love my captor
|
| All this hardship
|
| Oh, baby, what comes after
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| Four black horses
|
| And nervous laughter
|
| I’m a love song
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| Playing backwards
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| Through blown-out speakers
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| To heartless bastards |