| Captivating dishabille
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| And Glowing like a glockenspiel
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| Dancing indiscreet to a stuttering beat
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| That was willfully obscure ing detail
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| It’s kerosene when you’re around
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| Just enough to burn it down
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| Cleverly composed or the icing exposed
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| Either way it was on us to fail
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| The mood of conversation it could change direction that’s for sure
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| Lonely for so long but not so certain that you ever were
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| Just another tongue-n-twist
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| I think I’m done with this
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| I never knew that you could be cruel
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| An unintended idle perk
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| The radio it’d rarely work
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| Midi Midinette on a kissy cassette
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| Like a bough that wouldn’t break only bend
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| Things we said but never meant
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| A template-ready argument
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| Anorak or worse and surprisingly terse
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| When it came to you describing the end
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| The mood of conversation it could change direction that’s for sure
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| Lonely for so long but not so certain that you ever were
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| Just another tongue-n-twist
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| I think I’m done with this
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| I never knew that you could be cruel
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| The mood of conversation it could change direction that’s for sure
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| Lonely for so long but not so certain that you ever were
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| Just another tongue-n-twist
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| I think I’m done with this
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| I never knew that you could be cruel |