| The ponies run, the girls are young
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| The odds are there to beat
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| You win a while, and then it’s done
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| Your little winning streak
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| And summoned now to deal
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| With your invincible defeat
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| You live your life as if it’s real
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| A thousand kisses deep
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| I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed
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| I’m back on Boogie Street
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| You lose your grip, and then you slip
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| Into the masterpiece
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| And maybe I had miles to drive
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| And promises to keep
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| You ditch it all to stay alive
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| A thousand kisses deep
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| And sometimes when the night is slow
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| The wretched and the meek
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| We gather up our hearts and go
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| A thousand kisses deep
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| Confined to sex, we pressed against
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| The limits of the sea
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| I saw there were no oceans left
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| For scavengers like me
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| I made it to the forward deck
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| I blessed our remnant fleet
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| And then consented to be wrecked
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| A thousand kisses deep
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| I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed
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| I’m back on Boogie Street
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| I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
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| That you were meant to keep
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| And quiet is the thought of you
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| The file on you complete
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| Except what we forgot to do
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| A thousand kisses deep
|
| And sometimes when the night is slow
|
| The wretched and the meek
|
| We gather up our hearts and go
|
| A thousand kisses deep
|
| The ponies run, the girls are young
|
| The odds are there to beat
|
| You win a while, and then it’s done
|
| Your little winning streak
|
| And summoned now to deal
|
| With your invincible defeat
|
| You live your life as if it’s real
|
| A thousand kisses deep |