On your third broken window,
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Your hair full of glass,
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Throw your clothes in the hallway,
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Just a sheet on your back.
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So you're super-connected now?
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All the freaks gather around,
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And the crowd in your bedroom waits
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For a piece of your personal space.
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Are there heart strings connected
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To the wings you've got slapped on your back?
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Better climb in the window cause I'm closing the door.
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On your third broken window,
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With your hair full of glass,
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Saw your clothes in the hallway,
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Just a curtain on your back.
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I laugh.
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Are there heart strings connected
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To the wings you've got slapped on your back?
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Better climb in the window cause I'm closing the door.
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Now I'm spinning on a dime.
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Now I'm spinning on a dime.
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Now I'm spinning on a dime.
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Like you claim to do,
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Like now, like now.
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Are there heart strings connected
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To the poison coming out of your mouth?
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Are you super-connected?
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Are you super-connected now?
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I'm spinning on a dime.
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Throw your clothes in the hallway,
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And I'm closing the door.
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Super-Connected
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| Belly |
