| We lost ourselves in these bright lights and cigarettes
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| We became our charade
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| A classic prime-time tragedy, so skin graphed
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| A romantically hopeless warpath
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| Statistically the cameras said
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| That lovers like us die, in car wrecks
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| Mathematically incorrect, you fuckers ain’t seen nothin' yet
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| And baby tonight we’ll be the robots in the spotlight
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| We lost ourselves in these bright lights and cigarettes
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| We became our charade
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| A classic prime-time tragedy, so skin graphed
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| A romantically hopeless warpath
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| Statistically the cameras set
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| And lovers like us die in car wrecks
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| A lack of evidence kept our names off the credits
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| Panegyrized masterminds, we directed this warped pantomime
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| And everything was just right, from your makeup to the lights
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| Park the car baby quiet on the set
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| Trigger fingers entwined… I knew this was our time
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| This was our time, the poison burns my insides but ask me if I mind
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| And baby tonight, we’ll be the robots in the spotlight
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| And we’ll break free of the programming
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| And the whole world will know of our love |