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You're bad for me |
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Like Cigarettes. |
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But I haven't sucked |
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Enough of you yet. |
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Nothing is sacred, |
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And nothing is true, |
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I'm no-one that's nowhere, |
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When I'm here with you. |
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I've lost the power I had to distinguish |
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Between what to ignite and what to extinguish. |
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I blew in last night, |
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I'm the ghost from the coast. |
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When the lighting is bad, |
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I'm the man with the most. |
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You left me to choke, |
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On a heart up in smoke, |
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Smiling through your tears, |
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And your tetracycline overdose. |
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You're good for me |
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Like coca-cola. |
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I don't get any younger, |
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You don't get any older. |
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Everything's sacred, |
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And everything's true, |
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All this is possible, |
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When I'm here with you. |
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I've got a lot to say, |
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But I won't speak with my mouthful. |
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I'd like to spit it out, |
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But I keep my own counsel. |