He tries to embrace her
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she wants him to race her
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he needs a laser
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to get it through her skull
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means and lies and hatreds
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tears that fall in sequence
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cold caress
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imprints
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conversation growing dull
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Says he's a poet
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lousy protozoan
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and he kisses ass for free
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I took a vow of silence
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when he tries to talk to me
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I just turn on the tv
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He tries to impress her, mentally undress her
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it takes more to possess her
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but in his pocket lies a hole
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he's got a thousand talents
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charisma by the bagful
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aristocratic parents
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a rebel with a heart of gold
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Says he's a poet
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this time he's gonna blow it
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'cause he's dancing with his ego
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I took a vow of silence
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when he reads his work to me
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I swallow words like a
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placebo
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He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
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gets him in a panic
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he's wasting time
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'cause everybody is a star
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in his eyes
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Careful not to give your favours
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to your lonesome fucked-up neighbours
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I had one who sent me her heart
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in a tupperware container
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all the movies in my head
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they flicker with my bleeding heart
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a careless slipping of the tongue
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on just another private part
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Blatant search for
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stoned affection
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fights the rust that
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breeds infection
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meet me at the
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intersection
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don't forget your
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fuel injection
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He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
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gets him in a panic
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he's wasting time
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'cause everybody is a star
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in his eyes
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You think this love is bona fide
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you're being taken for a ride
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wrap your lip around your head
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and slowly blow yourself away.
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Flesh Mechanic
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Placebo |