About as subtle as an earthquake, I know
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My mistakes were made for you
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And in the back room of a bad dream she came
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And whisked me away, enthused
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And it's as solid as a rock rolling down a hill
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The fact is that it probably will hit something
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On the hazardous terrain
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And we're just following the flock,
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'Round and in between, before we're smashed to smithereens
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Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
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And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
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She couldn't help but spit 'em out
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Innocence and arrogance entwined
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In the filthiest of minds
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She was bitten on her birthday and now
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A face in the crowd she's not
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And I suspect that now forever the shape
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She came to escape is forgot
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And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
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And give her less than everything
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Around your crooked conscience she will wind
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'Cause we're just following the flock,
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'Round and in between, before we're smashed to smithereens
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Like they were, and we scramble from the blame
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And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
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She couldn't help but spit 'em out
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Around your crooked conscience she will wind
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And it's a lot to ask her not to sting
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And give her less than everything
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Innocence and arrogance entwined.
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My Mistakes Were Made For You
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| The Last Shadow Puppets |
