| You’re my favorite explosion.
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| (You know the only real way to cure pain is to add a little more,
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| Because everything new distracts the old.)
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| A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words.
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| A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there’s telling me,
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| You’d better not get back up!
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| I spit my heart into this red cup.
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| I’d better pick it back up, it might ruin your night.
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| And she said,
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| «Baby, leave the water by the bed for later.
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| I woke up without a single drop.»
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| I told myself I’m tired of holding up your backup plans.
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| Go down your list and be satisfied if all you have is not enough.
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| (True love comes from more than just the heart)
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| She said paint a picture on me,
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| Throw your dress up and your heart away.
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| Yeah, I heard what you said. |
| (No!)
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| A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid.
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| And if that doesn’t turn you on.
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| I’ll keep talking 'til something does.
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| As we’re covered in sand, you roll over and smile.
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| I told myself I’m tired of holding up your backup plans.
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| Go down your list and be satisfied it’s all you have.
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| And until that day,
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| I’ll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses.
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| Red rose of the dead.
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| How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside her head?
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| So say it, say I’m in love, 'cause you called me
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| Crying crying from your job, said you just got fired.
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| And you don’t have a backup plan,
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| So don’t expect me to understand.
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| (A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in
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| San Francisco)
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| Alright!
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| We all break down.
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| Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends,
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| But they were there from beginning to end.
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| I’m tired of holding up your backup plans.
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| Go down your list and be satisfied it’s all you have.
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| You know I’ve never held a gun in my life,
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| But now I carry one around in case I see you tonight.
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| Bedroom walls.
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| Oh, these bedroom walls.
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| Oh, I hate what it tastes like. |