Oh, fashionistas, scene police and souvenirs -
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Keepsakes from days I wish that I wasn't here
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Snowflake, it's so hard -
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You're a whole lot, you're a sham
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But I think I want it, I think I need it -
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Like I need a heart attack
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Now I'm falling, falling, falling with every step
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And I'm crawling, crawling past the company that I've kept
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Oh, calm charisma, there's no story in your tears,
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So let's just do nothing but hang like chandeliers
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You're such a big shot
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You're a astronaut, you're a flirt
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But I think I want it, I think I need it -
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Like I need a heart attack
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Now I'm falling, falling, falling with every step
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And I'm crawling, crawling past the company that I've kept
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Every day is a runaround, all I want is a taste but now
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I'm falling, falling, falling with every step
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Falling, falling,
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In the fault line I'm falling
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Like an engine that's stalling,
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And nobody, nobody's getting out alive
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(Where I go, you go, and what I know, you know
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There's no escape I swear, there are no secrets)
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Falling, falling,
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In the fault line I'm falling
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Like an engine that's stalling,
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And nobody, nobody's getting out alive
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(Where I go, you go, and what I know, you know
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There's no escape I swear, there are no secrets)
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Falling, falling,
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In the fault line I'm falling
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Like an engine that's stalling,
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And nobody, nobody's getting out alive
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(Where I go, you go, and what I know, you know
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There's no escape I swear, there are no secrets)
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My heart was with her, but my body's on strike,
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Fighting the poison that I've chosen tonight
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She looked concerned, said, "Are you feeling alright?"
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I didn't answer
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(Stop me if you've heard this one)
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Another bastard with a shit-eating grin,
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So disingenuous, just phoning it in
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Slowly fading, easy faking chagrin
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She said, "I'm sorry,"
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(At least that's what I think she said)
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The faced manipulations of nefarious creeps,
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The kind that reminisce about the heart of the streets,
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The kind that talked a lot of shit, but couldn't handle the heat,
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The kind you saw it in their eyes it was the
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Widening retinas acting as antennas
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Nothing was sacred and nothing was safe at all
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Wa-oh, wa-oh, we're falling so loud
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Wa-oh, wa-oh, we're falling so loud
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Wa-oh, wa-oh, we're falling so loud
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Wa-oh, wa-oh, we're falling so loud
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Now I'm falling, falling, falling with every step
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And I'm crawling, crawling past the company that I've kept
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Every day is a runaround, all I want is a taste but now
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I'm falling, falling, falling with every step
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Falling, falling,
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In the fault line I'm falling
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Falling With Every Step
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| The Pink Spiders |
