Dinner's getting cold --
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You haven't touched a thing
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So what's it gonna be?
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I can hold out much longer than you
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When it's steady I'm just acting out my roles
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When you're ready I'll be walking out that door
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And don't call me Pretty Baby anymore,
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Oh, foolish worker bee --
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I'm your fucking queen.
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I threw out the phone to try to get through to you
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The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator
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This house is the hole that you could never fill
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With rose-blossomed bouquets, vanities and loveseats
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Sad little boy, I know you get confused
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But everyone goes through these trials of self-truth and self-abuse
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When you're selfless you're so hard not to adore
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When you're selfish, I just love you even more
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I want to help you, but you've got to say the words:
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"I want to be cured."
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Drowned...
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Deep in this hole we've dug for ourselves
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Throw me in -- headfirst, submerged in this great depression
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Impoverished, and Impotent....
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...And Don't Call Me Pretty Baby
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I threw out the phone to try to get through to you
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The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator
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This house is the hole that you could never fill
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With shattered dinner plates
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That's how we'll communicate
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Hey, Pretty Baby, are you ready for bed?
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The Radiator Hums
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Cursive |