The way that she cuts through a room
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Makes me want to exhume the madness
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That flits between our lips like dynamite
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And a moistened wick so
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You feel like a firefly
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Whose lamp's unlit
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And smothered by
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The bed, the sweat, the dawns of the past,
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the taste of the small of an old lover's laugh so
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You bust your bank try to build a better
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bang for your buck, DNA to out distance
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the tethers that you're tied to
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the family lines that will hang you out to dry
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and you wonder why
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our hearts are such hungry beasts
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the harder we starve them the more all-consuming
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and I understand they'll never find the love that they need
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so we try to run 'em into the ground
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as I watch her unpack her hair
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like stacks of black pyramids
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so I smile like a crack in a dam or
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a condemned chair to electric man so
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(she wants stability)
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what's that I can't hear you?
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(she wants stability)
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so I'll go and buy her a pony
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(she wants stability)
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I'll lay my head on a goddamn platter
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(she wants stability)
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but in the end, it doesn't really matter 'cause
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our hearts are such hungry beasts
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the harder we starve them the more all-consuming
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and I understand they'll never find the love that they need
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so we try to run 'em into the...
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our heads are bottled up by the most heathen thoughts
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our bodies hang in limbo of what we need and what we want
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she's a cutter but I love her just the same
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undercover but I never learned her real name
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[x2]
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she's a gutter but I love her just the same
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undercover but I never learned her real name
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(I'm an old man, I'm only getting older, the world gets younger as I push boulders)
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Trunk Eyes
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Man Man |