Traded your bucket and bruises for a bag of bones
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And a wardrobe of excuses
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You live too hard, you look too good
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And you're in my backyard,
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just like everybody said you would be.
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Greased by imposters
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Plastic at the crust
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Orbiting Lighters
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You'd gone too far if you could,
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And you're in my backyard,
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just like everybody said you would be.
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So Let's get wired, I feel weakened
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Make it look so easy, come on, come on freak.
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You're a liar, I'm a thief
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And this will get you
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If your baby gets down off, I'm listening
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It gets so crowded in an empty place
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Two eyeballs for every face
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Three bodies hanging up a transient's cell
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Six hands in the same hole
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It gets so crowded in an empty place
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Two eyes for every face
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Three weary bodies hanging up one's soul
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Six hands in the same hole
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Everybody said you would be
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Greased by imposters
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Plastic at the crust
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And I'm orbiting lighter
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You live too hard, you look too good
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And you're in my backyard,
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just like everybody said you would be
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In their house we're belching down some very nice words
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Just to keep it brief, we'll get tomorrow as you win
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Hidden track @ 3:43 :
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Emily:"It's not really going to work, I don't think"
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Guy: "Mm, Just play it anyway"
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Emily: Beautiful boy, what can I do?
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I told you I told you
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Beautiful boy, I know I never do
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What I want to, I want to
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Freak
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| Emily Haines |
