Everything you do
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Will make you separate
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From the lovers that you choose
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Now your dreams are too confusing
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I can't remember what I'm loosing
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Cause everything you do
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Will make you more like
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All the drugs that you abuse
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And now its easy to forget, huh?
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Every reason to forget her, oh
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Forget the phone
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The smirking tigers ate their own
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Now you know who sleeps alone
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(And if I were you)
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I would keep the truth
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For them and you
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She called me on the phone
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And all I heard was the bang, bang, bang!
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The radio hit the floor
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And I could tell that she wanted more
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I'll let you use your mouth
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To show me what love's all about
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My tongue against your thighs tonight
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Match maker, math maker
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Make me a match
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Conceived through a window
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Discovered in math
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Inhale all the colors
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And cough out a map
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These demons aren't stopping
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This brilliant blood bath
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Behind eyes
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Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
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It's saying things that you'll never forget
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Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
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It's saying things that you'll never forget
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I could have said
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All the things that make us sad
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But never again
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I think our mouths are just too fast
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Through that porcelain crack
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I can see she just wants nothing to fall
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But it's all gonna fall
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I swear to God, if it weren't for the fall...
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We just wouldn't fall
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Let's stand tall
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And fall
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Watch the sun set, watch the sun set
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I bet you guessed I'm the best to forget
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Well, I'm feeling fine
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Between your legs
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Just let me sleep here
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For a few more days
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Watch my tongue move, and give me credit
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I've cheated language, don't you dare forget it
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With no one out here, this town begins to feel so small
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Swans and opaque colors, these towns seem to me so dull
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Her face in scotch tape and covered in gauze
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I swear to God, if it weren't for the Fall these leaves would seem so fucking far
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I'm a little boy
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Just a little kid
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But I'm my own damn man
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With my own damn plans
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I'm glad you left me.
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Goddamn.
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Match maker, match maker
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Spark up a match
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Covered in color
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Dissected in math
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In flies an angel
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Who's back from the past
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The deadness of winter
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Distilled in a glass
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Behind eyes
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Jerry's The Name, Sociology's The Game
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