| First things first, straight out of the box
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| it’s time to open your presents babe
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| here’s a family full of light I know it’s not much
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| This one is mine, I keep it with me all the time like a crutch
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| Like something ancient passed down from a father
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| something that nobody can touch
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| A kiss away from seeing the stars
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| you and I we are always on the way
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| on the way or in between the bars
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| and those kisses, those kisses they’re lost
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| But don’t worry baby
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| it’s not you,
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| this can’t be as crazy
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| and these kisses start the wars
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| I got to taste her sleepin'
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| but like junkies hate the blood
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| like drunks with all their missin' cigarettes
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| in apartments with skulls and blacked out windows
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| Artificial flowers and T.V. remote controls
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| I get lost, things change people don’t
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| people don’t, things change no
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| A kiss away from seeing the stars
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| you and I we are always on the way
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| on the way or in between the bars
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| and those kisses, those kisses they’re lost
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| But don’t worry baby
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| it’s not you,
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| this can’t be as crazy
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| Oh don’t, don’t worry baby
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| it’s not you, this can’t be as crazy
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| yeah these kisses start the wars
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| these kisses start the wars |