You're no good for me
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My formulated drug an acquired taste
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awaits to sate this unrequited love
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It tastes so gray, yet necessary to sustain frustration
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Take just enough to get you fucked up
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Not so much that it drives you away
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A constant escape
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The magnificent restraint that it takes to stay away
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I've no control at all
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I constantly dream
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The memories invade the things I keep with me
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I'm getting high on the roof of the world
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You're no good for me <i>[x2]
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(You're no good for me) You are the bent and blackened spoon.
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You are the butane. You are the bedroom.
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(You're no good for me) You are the improbable excuse
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for the horrible things that I do.
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You're no good for me, but I guess not bad enough.
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And on quiet nights I come to find you crawling through my kick drum
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Hell bent on deliverance of all the privileges
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of being with you, Heaven sent I crane my neck
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To watch you desperately march down my chest, enjoying every step.
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Emphasized by distances we never intended.
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You come crawling back through my regrets to remind me what you said...
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"We're no good at this."
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...But You Are Vast
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| Crime In Stereo |
