| I twist and turn the days away with supplemental sex;
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| A tangled mess, hair, arms, and legs
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| But you’re the one I call when I want to know I still exist
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| Because you make me feel like shit
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| And yeah, you’re really good at it
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| So we sit in screaming circles
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| Talking politics and drugs
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| Which one matters most to us
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| And which ones just a front?
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| But you go where the money goes
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| And we’re just chasing love
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| She wraps her arms around me
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| I feel the muscles in her hips
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| I hear her breath go short and thin
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| She takes a sip of wine
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| It puts some color on her lips
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| She don’t care what songs I wrote
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| Yeah, she thinks it’s all a joke
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| But you died a golden hurricane
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| You were blocking out the sun
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| By some strange twist of fate
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| You appeared right back here with us
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| But then you saw the sunrise in the barrel of a gun
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| Well I hope for you, in death you trust
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| 'Cause this goddamn thing has come undone
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| But there you go again making those gestures towards your heart
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| Your flair for the dramatic man
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| It’s making this so hard
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| And I don’t know how to stop this
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| But I sure know where to start
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| And I don’t know if I can fix you
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| But I can sure take you apart
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| Yeah, I don’t know if I can fix you
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| But I can sure take you apart |