was a disaster sitting in bed at five
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won't betray me within a lowman's eye
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wasn't the sex, wasn't the wives
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never fully go up the side
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with disbelief that the kid was right
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the man digs stopped four-hundred fights
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with pick-me-ups and flawless lies
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broke through the lines and tried the crack
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wasn't the flash that got the house to quit
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that treat the maid, everybody's sick
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the woman sticks in a heart of gold
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everything is a little bit sore
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wasn't the discipline kid who melts
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the wife who told you what you thought
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but you and i can live inside this wall without like this
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everybody's waiting for the return kids
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and put it in your head
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put it in your head
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sex and our wills will stain our lips
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now put it in your head
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put it in your head
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wasn't the team in the lip-cracked skin
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double times inside the wind
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wasn't the leak of every man in law
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(?) the death of fall
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now they can tick you off and make a little laugh
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but put it in your head
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put it in your head
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see the sharp thumbs that look like time
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put it in your head
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put it in your head
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wasn't the mom that woke the few
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i could kill you if it looked like you
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you never believed, never could fight
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how do i know if the words are right
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wasn't the lips you put it in cup
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the deejay still seems to swallow
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a bottle of gum and a bottle of skin
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miles above the wall everywhere
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spoken sex and all i fear
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everyone does what they fear
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but you and i can live inside this wall without like this
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frightening lives
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you and me
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frightening live
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above the sand
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frightening lives
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all will weep
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frightening lives
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desperate scene
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Frightening Lives
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Kevin Drew |