Oh this feels like the Kennedy Curse
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Ad everything inside is dead
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I'm on the fence about what feels worse
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The one leaving or the one in bed
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In a dream she's talking dirty to me
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Just in a language that I can't speak
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Then she kisses my scars
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As she cuts out my heart
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And places it right on her sleeve
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I'm having visions of the way it will end
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I can see it all now in my head
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You will cast the first stone
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My sail will be torn
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I'll lose my vessel to a dark sea bed
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Will someone just come and take my heart
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Get it down in front of moving cars
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I feel nothing at all
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So won't someone just come and take my heart
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And tear it apart
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Oh my thoughts they remain perverse
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And I know I am the first of my kin
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To be born with this curse
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So persuade and coerce
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Because I'm willing to be born again
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Will someone just come and take my heart
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Set it down in front of moving cars
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I feel nothing at all
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So won't someone just come and take my heart
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And tear it apart
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And tear it apart
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And tear it apart
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Just tear it apart
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Kennedy Curse
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| The Maine |
