| Twilight’s million battered lips sleep in a house of fractured smiles
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| Young love’s clumsy fingertips are gonna find out for themselves
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| The birds keep on singing from the tops of trees
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| But the song’s out of tune that drips from the breeze
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| There’s a razor in the garden waiting for a delicate head
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| Look out!
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| Look out!
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| For diamonds sparkling where the trap doors swing into the bottom
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| Of a cold misery full of insults to add to your collection
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| Parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea
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| Look out!
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| Look out!
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| For sirens dancing where the nooses swing from gutted branches
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| Of your fantasies full of insults falling from your ceiling
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| Motels where you’re f**king without feeling, daydreams bobbing in a shattered
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| sea
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| Fake leaves shake like deceit on your tongue
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| Desperate mothers devoured by young
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| Hold on to love you learned to despise like an ocean choking on its own tide
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| There’s a razor in the garden waiting to cut through your seams
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| Look out!
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| Look out!
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| The dull years drag the best days of your life through asphalt
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| And glass while summer’s favorite fathers birthing next year’s deadbeat dads
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| Let’s tack up another eviction note to matrimony’s throbbing throat
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| Stuffed with songs from a synthetic past
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| Silver clouds and artifacts full of insults to add to your collection
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| Parking lots dangling from your diction, daydreams bobbing in a shattered sea |