| Done something real bad this time
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| Practically signed my own death warrant
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| She was staring right at me Burning my eyelashes
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| I was sweating like a virgin on death row
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| Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub
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| Neither overjoyed to be out of love
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| Takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day
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| I was the black cloud
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| She was the bright day
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| Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
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| You and I and not the screaming animals
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| with yellow jealous eyes
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| And not the decoration of the battle last night
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| when we wake up in the morning
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| both at opposite ends
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| You look so good I want to see
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| hundreds and thousands of you
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| Crawling through the desert
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| like a crusade of half-dead blue bottles
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| Our brains leave their skulls
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| Walk the tightrope of our
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| rabbit in the headlight stares
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| Melting together like pink and white marshmallows
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| Yeah I was a fool and yes you were a fool
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| But who can name a penny
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| that has not been in the pocket of a fool
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| Isobelle, remember how it used to feel?
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| You and I and not the screaming
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| animals with yellow jealous eyes
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| And not the decoration of the battle last night
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| When we wake up in the morning
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| both at opposite ends |