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Princess cards she sends me with her regards |
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barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard |
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Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted |
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To her Cheshire smile. I'll stand on file, she's all I ever wanted. |
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But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts |
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honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back |
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you wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks. |
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You said, "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks". |
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But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see that too |
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I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency |
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I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency |
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and your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free |
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Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak |
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reveal yourself all now to me girl while you've got the strength to speak |
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Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks |
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But I could give it all to you now if only you could ask. |
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And don't call for your surgeon even he says it's too late |
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It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate |
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Don't give me money, honey, I don't want it back |
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you and your pony face and your union jack |
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well take your local joker and teach him how to act |
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I swear I was never that way even when I really cracked |
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Didn't you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive |
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able to leap tall buildings in a single bound? |
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And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive |
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you could laugh and cry in a single sound. |
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And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds |
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Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god? |
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You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach |
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Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach |
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And the band they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek |
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That ragged, jagged melody she still clings to me like a leech. |
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But that medal you wore on your chest always got in the way |
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like a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way |
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We were both hitchhikers but you had your ear tuned to the roar |
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of some metal-tempered engine on an alien, distant shore |
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So you, left to find a better reason than the one we were living for |
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and it's not that nursery mouth I came back for |
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It's not the way you're stretched out on the floor |
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cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors |
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And who am I to ask you to lick my sores? |
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And you should know that's true... |
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I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency |
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I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency |
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and your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free |