Broken arms, I would hold you
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Even if I had broken arms.
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Can you make a tourniquet for a broken heart?
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A bad idea?
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Well I suppose it’s up to me to juxtapose myself.
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There’s little guys with little guns
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Inside our mouths, inside our heads,
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They make us suffer.
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I’ll stay home, it’s a good thing I think I’m funny.
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Don’t come by, I’ll be making jokes about you.
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But then again, you could come in.
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We could make fun of all the things we used to yesterday.
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I’ve got a five, you’ve got a ten,
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That’s fifteen dollars, we could see how long it takes to spend.
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You like games that drive us both insane
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And I roll the dice but that’s just to be nice to you.
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Why don’t we try something else for a change?
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Hey, I know!
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Why don’t I poke out my eyes for you over and over
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And over and over again?
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Get out of my house!
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And can I come with you?
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‘Cuz where there’s a will there’s a way
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We can kill all the midgets with guns
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That we have on our tongues
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Just stick out your lips, lean in close, and we’ll kiss them
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Goodbye to the midgets with guns.
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Midgets With Guns
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| Pain (American Band) |
