| with the arrogance of the drunk pedestrian
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| taxi driver looks down my girlfriends top
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| asks politely if he can be a gentlemen
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| pulls his aviators down so he doesn’t have to stop
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| and we’ll keep on through the shit storm
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| until the metaphors are literal
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| forced screams are guttural
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| and we’ll keep on through the shit storm
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| until the metaphors, until the metaphors
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| when I said this is all I had I meant it
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| nice speak in the tired clichés of a strip club DJ
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| marvellous things so quickly get mundane
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| when you see the scaffolding behind me
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| and all the dirty air it always blocks your way
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| and we’ll keep on through the shit storm
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| until the metaphors are literal
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| forced screams are guttural
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| and we’ll keep on through the shit storm
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| until the metaphors, until the metaphors
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| until the metaphors
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| when I said this was all I had I meant it
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| when I said this was all I had I meant it
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| when you said I was a bad person I felt it
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| when I said this was all I had I meant it
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| when you said that I had to destroy you
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| I knew that part of you was trying to destroy me too
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| when I said that i wanted to die I meant it
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| when I said that you saved my life I meant it
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| but goodbye
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| goodbye
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| goodbye
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| goodbye |