| «Why is the world so creepy?» |
| she asked
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| Till a car full of haircuts drove past
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| A backseat full of the boys
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| I told her that it isn’t
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| That it, that it’s exquisite
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| But like love it has it’s barbarous threats
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| Still in spite of the cads
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| And the stoop shouldered teens
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| I know I’m losing you
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| I know what that means
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| I told her that it isn’t
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| That it’s real exquisite
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| But like love it can have it’s stubbed toe effects
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| And just like after she heard the word iridescent
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| And everything was iridescent for a while
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| It wasn’t long before she exalted out of nowhere
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| «Isn't this exquisite?»
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| Once you’ve said «mmm» in unison
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| And «oh» in double surprise
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| And shared relief with a mutual «phew»
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| And a look in each others' eyes
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| I tell her that is isn’t
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| Insisted that it isn’t
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| Because like love it has too cunning effects
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| I told her that it isn’t
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| That it’s just exquisite
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| Because like love it has it’s barbarous threats
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| «Why is the world so creepy?» |
| she asked
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| After a car full of haircuts drove past
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| A backseat full of the boys
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| Breaking glass, throwing off glass |