| Those tire tracks
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| Zigzag your torso like a Devil’s self portrait
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| The car accident, the skin graft treatment
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| The flower baskets, the wincing relatives
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| You bid her farewell then got in your car
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| And that’s the last thing that you can recall
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| And when they pulled you out
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| You didn’t know your name
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| Exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame
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| You met Jane four years ago today
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| Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party
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| Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown
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| Her violent gypsy dance, her tired underpants
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Rhymes with pity now
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Rhymes with sympathy now
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| Jane let you touch and feel her
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| She was so free like a pineapple in a tree
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| You said it’s dangerous
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| To be so intimate
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| You know it’s dangerous, dangerous, dangerous
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| Jane said when she laid on her back
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| The sun hit her body like an ugly landscape
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| But some things never get better
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| Like used cars and bad livers
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| So you traded her in for a better looking brand
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| One with fake porno tits
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| A padlock on her lips
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| Disposable tan, biodegradable hands
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| Back at the hospital
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| You got no visitors at all
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| She visits you in your sleep
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| But that newspaper gown is always on fire
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| She met him a week after you left her
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| When you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector
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| He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
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| And then they did all the things
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| You never said that you wanted
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| And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull
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| And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold
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| Yesterday you gave your burden a name
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| Yesterday you gave your burden a face
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| But your burden looks an awful lot like her
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Rhymes with pity now
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Rhymes with sympathy now |