| It’s the car in the crash
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| And it all kicks your ass
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| You can’t breathe
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| It’s the start and the stall
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| And the shame of it all
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| It’s something deceiving
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| Is there joy in your disease?
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| It’s the push of the past
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| And the die that we cast out
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| Over and over
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| With you in my arms, I will be new
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| A stolen charm
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| Does that make sense to you?
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| Does that make any…
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| Does that make sense to you?
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| It’s the song that you bring
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| As the pawn takes the king
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| I’m willing to wager
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| In the line for the drinks
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| And everyone stinks
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| Cell phone and pagers
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| Don’t feed that line to me
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| It’s smoke and it’s sex
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| And it’s what they expect
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| It’s taking me over
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| With you in my arms, I will be new
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| A stolen charm
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| Does that make sense to you?
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| With the hold around your wrist
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| The hope I have for this
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| These arms won’t move 'til you refuse to let this die
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| And if the motion makes you sick
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| The point I never miss
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| These arms won’t leave 'til you believe my side is forever
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| With you in my arms, I will be new
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| A stolen charm
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| Does that make sense to you?
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| With you in my arms, I will be new
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| A stolen charm
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| Does that make sense to you? |