Well if you love what you are
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Then you lose, try to sew
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All the things you can¡¯t leave
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Through the minds, and retrieve
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They say science doesn¡¯t care
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But my heart is a house
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Will you come and move in
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Leave a space for us to give
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So when you die will you leave
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Behind all the leaves
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That were sewed to ourselves
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With our mouths and the webs
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Was it hard to retrieve
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All the lines in the seeds
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Do you love do you try
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I don¡¯t care it¡¯s the sight
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So let¡¯s wash all the fear
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Grow a hand in a mirror
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With the lights on our skin
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They say whoa never win
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If you like to sew up
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Then I wish you grow up
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And take the lines from your face
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Age so sweet, and replace
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It¡¯s the sound that I want
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It¡¯s the low belting call
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It¡¯s the science of my heart
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It¡¯s a house can we start
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Well your mouth is a gun
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Yeah your mouth is a gun (x7)
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You hated all of you (x8)
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I really think that we did the best that we could (x4)
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They say science doesn¡¯t care, But my heart is a house (x4)
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Gang Bang Suicide
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Kevin Drew |