| Not whole, not wholly separate, but syncopated, single in our nature
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| And because of the times, not a word was said when the lights came on
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| Or a glace given pause at the cost of our desired wrongs
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| It’s second nature to love you, but it’s first to die
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| And we were killed upon waking, killed upon waking to the life
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| We weren’t prepared to live, but rebelled to realize
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| We were killed upon the pavement, Bonnie we’re immortalized in
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| Blood and cold, cold love, we were still young when the radio lights came on
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| Elton’s on the air, no fair dear that we were still here
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| In the absence of everything, abstain from fear
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| If I cry in your arms, it’s just some other shit, just some other shit
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| Just some other things that I’ve been dealing with
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| I’d die in your arms, bury me while playing this
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| Bury me saying: «You were all I ever needed»
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| And hold me like we’re dying from the liquor that we drank down in hotel rooms
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| To feel warm in cold love
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| What’s harder, harder to say?
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| That you want me to stay, or that you want me stay unchanged for you?
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| Chained to a lie, we’re the same you and I, we’re the same
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| Well not the same, we hurt differently, but consistent in our pain
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| Equal and equidistant in the way we laugh to lay bear the weight of our cold
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| love affair
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| Recalling the days where we were, we weren’t, we were
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| Wrong for the papers, wrong for the dinner tables of the inner rings of the
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| rich and famous anything’s
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| It’s gone, not bad, just gone, my bad, just wrong, we had, and we had,
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| and we were then in
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| Blood and cold, cold love, we were still young when the radio lights came on
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| Elton’s on the air, no fair dear that we were still here
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| In the absence of everything, abstain from fear
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| If I cry in your arms, it’s just some other shit, just some other shit
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| Just some other things that I’ve been dealing with
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| I’d die in your arms, bury me while playing this
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| Bury me saying: «You were all I ever needed»
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| And hold me like we’re dying from the liquor that we drank down in hotel rooms
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| To feel warm
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| What’s harder, harder to say?
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| That you want me to stay, or that you want me stay unchanged for you?
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| Chained to a lie, we’re the same you and I, we’re the same
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| What’s harder, harder to fake?
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| That you want me to stay, or that you want me stay the same for you?
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| Chained to a lie. |
| Who’s to blame? |
| Let it die. |
| We’re the same
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| In blood and cold, cold love, we were still young when the radio lights came on
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| Elton’s on the air |