It's the car in the crash
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And it all kicks your ass
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You can't breathe
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It's the start and the stall
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And the shame of it all
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It's something deceiving
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Is there joy in your disease
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It's the push of the past
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And the die that we cast out
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Over and over
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With you in my arms I will be new
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Stolen charm
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Does that make sense to you
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Does that make any
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Does that make sense to you
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It's the song that you bring
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As the pawn takes the king
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I'm willing to wager
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The line for the drinks
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And everyone stinks
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Cell phone and pagers
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Don't feed that line to me
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It's smoke and it's sex
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And it's what they expect
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It's taking me over
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With you in my arms I will be new
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Stolen charm
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Does that make sense to you
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With the hold around your wrist
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The hope I have for this
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These arms wont move til you
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Refuse to let this die
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And if the motion makes you sick
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The point I never miss
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These arms wont leave til you
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Believe my side is forever
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With you in my arms I will be new
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Stolen charm
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Does that make sense to you
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Does That Make Sense
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| The Jealous Sound |
