Maybe I should have loved you.
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Maybe I should have sworn
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Not to be born
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Of this wretched glove too soon,
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But a dragon needs room!
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A dragon needs room!
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A dragon needs room
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To run, run, run, run...
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I was a desert in love with extremes.
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You married well, a gentlewoman of means who
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Kept the word "Destroyer" embroidered on her jeans, too
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(La la la)
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I wore skins. I didn't care who survived.
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The band foretold trends from Spring of '85.
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They're calling it "The New Decay"...
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Hey, so am I.
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(La la la)
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Treacherous fop, don't be embarrassed
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For looking good at your table on the terrace
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That you call home. I'm sold!
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Paris, London, Rome's too old for you
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And your kind
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Explosions want to see what they can find:
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New ways of living...
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It's you and your kind:
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The New Ways of Living!
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New Ways Of Living
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Destroyer |