| When you got crippled by that car
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| When we was martyred monthly, and scarred by the way that we are
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| We nearly broke our mother’s heart
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| Stay close and pray that she never knows how we both fell apart
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| Sure, we were cynics from the start
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| Spellbound, still safe as houses, now pending me down for your hearts
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| And we never meant you any harm
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| And still though we thought not to be caught, how the thought made me hot
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| And sure, we looked lonesome from afar
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| Hateful and hollow, smug and smart, well don’t we look the part
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| Sweetheart, remembered for your art
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| Train those charms for the charts and we’ll be stars just the way that we are
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| And how do we simply carry on?
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| Sweet mess with wrists gone lifeless, save one tacky tryst on that lawn
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| How long must we be strung along?
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| And my own dying will be undone by the sum of one’s song
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| So you got crippled by that car
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| No longer martyred monthly, though scarred by the way that we are
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| Sweetheart, those sycophants ain’t far
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| Train those drones by the stones and we’ll be stars just the way that we are |