| She’s wearing too much lipstick tonight
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| A little black dress a little too tight
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| Tries to make small talk but it drips with spite
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| She knows that he’s coming, it’s really all right
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| Nobody here could know how she feels
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| Not getting drunk and she hates wearing heels
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| She tries to stand, but the room seems to bend and reel
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| Her friends all keep asking why can’t she just deal
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| If she spins fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of her heart will stay
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| together
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| But ain’t no gyroscope can spin forever, yeah
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| If she spins fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of her heart will stay
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| together
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| But ain’t no gyroscope can spin forever
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| He says it’s over and it’s such a release
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| It’s finally happened and he’s making his peace
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| All the reminders don’t bother him in the least
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| The Jekyll and Hyde shit will finally cease
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| His eyes on fire and his hands kind of shake
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| Like his voice is ready to break
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| You kind of wonder how long this boy’s been awake
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| Or how much less sense one person can make
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| If he spins fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of his heart will stay
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| together
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| But ain’t no gyroscope can spin forever, yeah
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| If he spins fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of his heart will stay
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| together
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| But ain’t no gyroscope can spin forever
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| Happiness is such hard work, and it gets harder every day and it can kill you,
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| but
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| No one wants to be that tacky about it
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| If you spin fast enough then maybe the broken pieces of your heart will stay
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| together
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| But something I’ve seen lately makes me doubt it |