| Tile floor of the bathroom
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| Scrubbed clean and bright
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| Checkerboard white and gray
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| Towels from the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Kingston, Jamaica
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| I can still see the rust-colored stains today
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| The stage is set:
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| Someone’s gonna do something someone else will regret
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| I speak in smoke signals and you answer in code
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| The fuse will have to run out sometime
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| Something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode
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| You and me, lying on the tile floor
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| Trying to keep cool, restless all night
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| Sweating out the poison as the temperature climbs
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| Staring up, up at the hundred-watt light that burns above
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| Name one thing about us two anyone could love
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| We roll out the red carpet when rotten luck comes down the road
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| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1--watch for the flash
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| Something here will eventually have to explode, have to explode |