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The viciousness of youth |
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The meanest streak I ever saw |
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The harmony of truth |
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And self-deception in our hearts |
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We're almost perfect |
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You're like a deathray |
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Little kid blow felt princess Saturday |
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We're nearly manic |
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Unlike a mute scream |
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But I'd never panic if you'd only take me |
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I could be your love |
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And you could be my hope |
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I could be the hangman |
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And you could be my rope |
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We could be divine |
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A perfect piece of fiction |
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I could be your drug |
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And you be my addiction |
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Words are left unspoken |
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As our opposites attract |
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Both of us are broken |
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And we both ignore the fact |
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We're almost perfect |
|
You're like a deathray |
|
Little kid blow felt princess Saturday |
|
We're nearly manic |
|
Unlike a mute scream |
|
But I'd never panic if you'd only take me |
|
I could be your love |
|
And you could be my hope |
|
I could be the hangman |
|
And you could be my rope |
|
We could be divine |
|
A perfect piece of fiction |
|
I could be your drug |
|
And you be my addiction |
|
We're almost perfect |
|
You're like a deathray |
|
Little kid blow felt princess Saturday |
|
We're nearly manic |
|
Unlike a mute scream |
|
But I'd never panic if you'd only take me |
|
I could be your love |
|
And you could be my hope |
|
I could be the hangman |
|
And you could be my rope |
|
We could be divine |
|
A perfect piece of fiction |
|
I could be your drug |
|
And you be my addiction |
