| «Someday stays in my own way
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| With magic so tragic and still lacking in taste
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| And I know the tables set right
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| You look beautiful, you’ve set me up twice
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| And so your style is outdated
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| In search of the perfect and embarrassingly fatal
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| Ungodly gorgeous
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| Buried in a chorus so I’ll be forever be brutal
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| And slender like a saint
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| Riding upright and riding late
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| Straight through somewhere everything’s so
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| Unused, unlike you
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| This is why I still sleep in the air
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| My armor plated car
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| That crashed straight into your thighs
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| You threw up my best skin
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| Cause you never loved it (I never loved it)
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| You threw up my best skin
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| Cause you never loved it (I never loved it)
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| And someday stays locked in my safe
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| While plastic arms carry you away
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| And I know this never happened
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| We never happened, you never…
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| Why do you float way up there?
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| In disguise in dirty air
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| Why don’t you melt way down here
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| With heaven so far and hell so near
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| This is why I still sleep in the air
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| My armor plated car
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| That crashed straight into your thighs |
| You threw up my best skin
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| Cause you never loved it (I never loved it)
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| You threw up my best skin
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| Cause you never loved it (I never loved it)
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| You threw up my best skin
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| Cause you never loved it…
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| You threw up my best skin
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| Cause you never loved it…
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| I guess it’s that bad
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| I guess it’s that bad
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| I guess it’s that bad
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| I guess it’s that bad
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| And I will never understand
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| Love of the roses that grow for you
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| But I know they keep on dying
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| They always keep on dying
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| «I don’t care about you now you’re not alive»" |