| We’re like slow motion shooting stars
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| Mid-swell and dying at the local bar
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| Getting pretty and gritty
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| In those backyards and parked cars
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| Now she’s got this look in her eye
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| Like she’s surprised, but she don’t know why
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| She said «I only believe in patricide»
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| Daddy’s little girl gone wild
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| Round up and call for the sacrifice
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| Wednesday night happy hour kind of riot
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| And mornings at the farmers' market
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| I need god about as much as she needs me
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| Something like an ongoing rivalry
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| I need god about as much as she needs me
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| Something like cutting down your own family tree
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| I know things have been crazy lately
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| Come on, don’t make me beg for it, baby
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| I know you’re worried about your mom and dad
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| But we both know you’re better than that
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| We saw a lot of things, completely unnecessarily
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| Promises being made with no real intentions to keep
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| I need god about as much as she needs me
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| Something like an ongoing rivalry
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| I need god about as much as she needs me
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| Something like cutting down your own family tree
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| We were chasing a disaster
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| Driving around town in your Saturn
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| Bad behavioural patterns
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| Like the next day didn’t matter
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| Dove head first into the sequel
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| The one where they brought back Jesus
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| The one that got us all believing
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| The one where they left him bleeding |