| I left your diamonds in the parlor
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| Inside O’Connor’s Barn
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| You can’t remember why we came here
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| Or if we’re up to par
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| Cause how can we have autonomy
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| If we can’t even leave?
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| But I don’t mean to sound obscene
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| Are you looking for an answer?
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| Are you looking for a cure?
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| Maybe you should want more
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| You wrote an index of our failures
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| Put it under your arm
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| He saw me sitting with another
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| And sleeping in my car
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| But how can we have autonomy
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| If we can’t even leave?
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| No, I don’t mean to sound obscene
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| Are you looking for an answer?
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| Are you looking for a cure?
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| Maybe you should want more
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| Are you looking for an answer?
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| Are you looking for a cure?
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| Maybe you should want more
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| Oooh, your eyelids have spoken now
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| Of the weight under your charm
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| And I begin to remember you
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| As soon as it begins to die
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| Die, die, die
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| Are you looking for an answer?
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| Are you looking for a cure?
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| Maybe you should want more
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| Are you looking for an answer?
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| Are you looking for an answer?
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| Are you looking for an answer? |