| Big brown eyes and big broke heart
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| Meant to be right from the start
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| And we were bonded by the sad
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| Songs you wrote and hearts you had
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| Thunder’s loud and lightning’s bright
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| Both combined couldn’t wreck my night
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| When your sweet flesh is pressed on mine
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| With one touch you stop time
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| And we’re part Baudelaire
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| And part without a care
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| Living in despair. |
| (x2)
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| Last night I had the sickest dream
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| Lived our lives past seventeen
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| And life slowly became less fun
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| We’re all washed up at twenty-one
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| Let’s take a break from the pointless life
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| And cut our throats with jagged knives
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| And let the blood flow down our chest
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| Like your flowing scarlet dress
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| Big brown eyes and big broke
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| Meant to be right from the start
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| And we were bonded by the sad
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| Songs you wrote and heart you had
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| Oh dear god I’m terrified
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| Didn’t care if we lived our died
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| And we’re real deep in seas of sin
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| Now we’re down where we can’t swim
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| And we’re part month of June
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| And part sleeping in till noon
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| Living in cocoons. |
| (x2)
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| Say it all and take it back
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| We sound like fuckin' Fleetwood Mac
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| But the songs we make aren’t half as nice
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| Because they’re based on rotten life
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| Thunder’s loud and lightning’s bright
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| Both combined couldn’t wreck my night
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| When your sweet flesh is pressed on mine
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| And with one touch you stop time
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| Nothing we do makes much sense
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| Sittin' on barbed wire fence
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| Watching sunsets in the sky
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| Staring till we burn our eyes
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| Waiting here is such a chore
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| Defile our lives with something pure
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| Twist around the way I live
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| Just to be submissive
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| And we’re part summer’s end
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| Part «let's just be friends,»
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| Living in pretend. |
| (x2)
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| Big brown eyes big broke heart
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| Meant to be right from the start
|
| And we were bonded by the sad
|
| Songs you wrote and hearts you had
|
| Thunder’s loud and lightning’s bright
|
| Both combined couldn’t wreck my night
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| When your sweet lips are pressed on mine
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| With one touch you stop time |