| Lonely lives, stolen hair
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| Twisted smiles, vacant stares
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| Stoney hearts, lonely tunes
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| Empty minds… in you
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| And we want to be the only ones
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| And we want to be the loaded guns
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| We’ll make decisions and then smile at you
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| Sit- situations… oooh oooh
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| Open hearts, lonely tunes
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| Empty minds, lonely rooms
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| Vacant skies, lonely stares
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| Empty hearts… who cares?
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| And we want to be the only ones
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| And we want to be the loaded guns
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| We’ll make decisions and then smile at you
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| Sit — situations… oooh oooh
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| And we want to be the only ones
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| And we want to be the loaded guns
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| We make it possible and then smile at you
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| Sit — situations… oooh oooh
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| And we want to be the only ones
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| And we want to be the loaded guns
|
| We’ll make decisions and then smile at you
|
| Sit- situations… oooh oooh
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| We want to be the only ones
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| And we want to be the loaded guns
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| We make it possible and then smile at you
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