On the needle with this gun in your back and there's nothing left to recommend.
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We split the heart attacks between our families, so the memories won't last.
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'Cause you've been waiting around to get your mind in the gutter,
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Hoping late, late nights will mend you.
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The list isn't long, but temptation gets ugly,
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So empty out your songs.
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Long lost, the outside is waiting and you say "I like the way I am".
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But someday, when the cyclone is over your head,you'll run and hide.
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Burn the lights and hand me back to the hallway,
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To a door left of my parents' room.
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We split the tab between the blatant defenders,
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But their enemy's long gone.
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The hour's long in the teeth and the spirits are waning and the airport's lost my name again.
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Just keep your eyes to the front,
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The oncoming headlights will empty out your skin.
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Long lost, the outside is waiting and you say "I like the way I am".
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But someday, when the cyclone is over your head, you'll run and hide.
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On the kitchen table there are olive branches everywhere,
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So pass your burden over here,
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I'll smile and drink it down.
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Under the cyclone, there are car accidents and all the passengers scream "no!".
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There are bouts of disappointment and claims of overacting.
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Welcome to the interstate between your best friends.
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If there's a smile then pick it up, dear.
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If there's a scar then push it deeper.
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Just learn to hide yourself inside a secret.
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Back down to the intersection,
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The fine lines of contradiction.
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We push for a photograph and just end up with dust.
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Under The Cyclone
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| Some By Sea |
