| Is it efficient
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| Or does it kill
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| With the skill of a cluster bomb?
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| It’ll take time
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| But you know it will
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| If I happen to live that long
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| If you would listen to me
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| Things wouldn’t seem so gloomy
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| Now you keep jamming up the gears
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| And I can’t see through the smears
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| And everything’s exactly as it appears
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| More
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| I love you more
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| I love you more than I did before
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| But now it’s either or
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| Or neither nor
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| And when I think about you
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| I start turning green
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| And it shakes me up inside
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| Cause it used to be the color of your eyes
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| Everywhere I go
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| I see your ghost
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| The spirit of '91
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| You said you loved me more than toast
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| But less than a staplegun
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| Is this the wrong direction?
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| That’s such a stupid question
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| Now when you make a sacrifice
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| You’re supposed to get a wish
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| Why does this only work in theory not practice?
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| More
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| I love you more
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| I love you more than I did before
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| But now it’s not allowed
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| You’re not around
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| I see you going out
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| And everything goes black
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| And I start to fall apart
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| It reminds me of the color of your heart
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| I miss you more than mud
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| Lost you more than blood
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| Knead you more than dough
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| I love you more than toast
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| More
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| I love you more
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| I love you more than I did before
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| But now we’re in a war
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| And what’s it for?
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| I read your horoscope
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| And everything is clear
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| And it feels a little weird
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| Cause it used to be the color of your tears |