| Fuck all this posturing
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| I’ll smash this guitar into two (two!)
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| Hearts broken, sliced for us to eat
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| Last one out is the first to leave
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| A cancer ride
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| The culture’s made of rain
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| So we slip and slide
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| And then we start again
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| I’m dreaming homesick
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| I’m drinking just the same
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| You’re driving far boy
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| You’re driving us away
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| Fuck all this posturing
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| I’ll smash this guitar into two (two!)
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| Hearts broken sliced for us to eat
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| Last one out is the first to leave
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| A cancer ride
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| The culture’s made of rain
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| So we slip and slide
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| And then we start again
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| It’s in the room, so get nervous now
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| And buy your way out
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| We’ll play it cool
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| Now pay it up
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| You said you’d never
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| Of course you’re willing tonight
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| You said you’d never
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| Of course you’re willing inside |