she says too much
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when she sleepwalks around
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her hips are a warm sarcophagus
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she's so sadistic
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when she's sobering up
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self-destructive and sexy
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when the weather's hot
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oh and i want her to know
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that my heart ain't carved of stone
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oh and i want her to know
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that my heart is on the road
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she fences heartbreak across the border
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and builds a better bird house out of bone
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she laughs when the main protagonist's family dies
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but i wouldn't trust her when she cries at night
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oh and i want her to know
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that my heart ain't carved of stone
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oh and i want her to know
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that my heart is on the road
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yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah god this is way too good
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gut-shot and left in the desert to die
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yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah god this is way too good
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gut-shot and left in the desert to dry
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and i want her to know
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that my heart ain't carved of stone
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and i want her to know
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that my heart ain't carved of bone
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and i want her to know
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that my heart ain't a bar of soap
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and i want her to know
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that my heart is just as cold
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why do we do, the things we do
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even though we know, we are
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why should i say, what's already been said
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better, one hundred times before
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it's so lovely when the worlds collide
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and the ship spins out of control
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it's so lovely when the worlds collide
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and the ship spins out of control
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why do we do the things we do
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even though we know we are
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why should i say what's already been said
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better, by someone else
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Gold Teeth
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