We take sour sips from life´s lush lips
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And we shake, shake, shake the hips
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In relationships
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Stop by this disaster town
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You´ll put your eyes to the sun and say
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"I know you´re only blinding to keep back
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What the clouds are hiding"
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And we might have started
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Singing just a little soon
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We´re throwing stones in a glass room
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Whoa-oh oh we´re so miserable and stunning
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Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning
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We keep the beat with your blistered feet
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We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
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Slept through the weekend, and dreamed
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We´re just sinking with the melody
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Of the kiss of eternity
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Got postcards from my
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Former self saying "how you been?"
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We might of signaled fire just a little soon
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(Somehow this disaster town)
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Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room
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Whoa-oh oh we´re so miserable and stunning
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Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning
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Whoa-oh oh we´re so miserable and stunning
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Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning
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It was ice cream headaches
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And sweet avalanche
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When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
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You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
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But I¡¯m just tired yawns for
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fawns on hunter¡¯s lawns
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We¡¯re the has-beens of husbands
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Sharpening the knives of young wives
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Take two years and call me when you´re better
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Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter.
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Whoa-oh oh we´re so miserable and stunning
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Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning
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Whoa-oh oh we´re so miserable and stunning
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Whoa-oh love songs so genuinely cunning
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The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
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| Fall Out Boy |
