Ours is not a sweet love
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Ours is not a flame that burns like heaven so nice
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Don't look in my eyes or I tell you twice
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It's really complicated
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Ours is not a sweet goodbye
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Ours is not a fear that melts likeA?? ice
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So use your heart like a homing device
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And tell it to me later
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Suddenly there's no there there
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And you're throwin' me another blank stare
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'Cause we use the same products for our hair
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For our hair
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Ours is not a sweet lullabye
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Ours is not a dream that falls on innocent eyes
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Consider mulling over my sage advice
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And get a new computer
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Ours is not a home sweet home
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Ours is not a street that leads to paradise
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So hard to breathe with my balls in a vice
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I really should be going
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Suddenly neither one of us cares that
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The rules are so unfair
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'Cause we use the same products for our hair
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For our hair
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Ours is not a golden age
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Ours is not a time that will be remembered as wise
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So hang your heads and watch as it dies
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And lose my phone number
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'Cause we are made of passing dreams
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We are here to entertain a sick diety
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To procreate with a demon seed
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But I swear it gets better
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Suddenly the man upstairs comes down to get some air
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And we hope he likes what we've done to our hair
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To our hair
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We Use The Same Products
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