| Let’s make a film, it’ll be such fun
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| All you need is a girl and a gun,
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| We’ll pump it full of art and sex
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| It’ll make a sure-fire success
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| Of you and me
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| And if I crumble in the face of lust
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| The porn, pain and prescription drugs
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| Will get me through
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| So don’t tell me I’m not thinking straight
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| I’m looking rough but I’m feeling great
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| I promise you
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| There’s no turning back, Ruth
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| It’s too much love that’s killing me
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| So that method stuff and your empathy
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| I just don’t need
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| Performance problems in the bed
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| We’ll beef up your part with blood and sweat
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| Just make-believe
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| That you’re as happy as a bird
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| Who thinks that «cage» is just a word
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| We call home
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| And all your existential holes
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| Will clog up when the camera rolls
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| No, there’s no turning back, Ruth
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| There’s no turning back, Ruth
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| The world’s too big and life’s too short
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| To act so badly out of sorts
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| We all grow up
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| But it feels like the end has come
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| And we’ve only just begun
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| To live, my love
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| No, there’s no turning back, Ruth
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| All you need’s
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| A girl, and a gun |