She's the song that you tried to sing
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And the note that you couldn't hit
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So you locked her up in a music box
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Turned the key on all of us
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She spins silver strings in the dark
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With metal teeth that ring in her heart
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When the cover drops
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The world just fades
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Away, away, away from her
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Waiting, waiting, waiting for her
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To say it
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K-I-S-S I'm in distress,
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I need someone to spell it out
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You know our love's not unconditional
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A book of matches and a cigarette
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A love note that you never sent
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You can fold it up
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But you won't forget
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You can strike a match
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But it still might not light
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Now I'm the one that's stuck inside
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The silver cage
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The bird that can't fly away
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Clip its wings
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If it sings of
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The way, the way, the way that it hurt
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Waiting, waiting, waiting for her
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To say it
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K-I-S-S I'm in distress,
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I need someone to spell it out
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You know our love's not unconditional
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K-I-S-S I'm in distress,
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there's nothing left to talk about
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You know our love's not unconditional
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Low F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y
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Do all love songs turn out this way?
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Can't you hear me when I say:
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"You're in my heart
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In my hands
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'round my neck"
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We move like a carousel
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Streak lights and mirrors fill our eyes
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It's time to let this go
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Can't stop spinning
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Around, around, around...
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K-I-S-S I'm in distress, I need someone to spell it out
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You know our love's not unconditional
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Telegraph Avenue Kiss
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