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She's an effortless amnesiac |
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She don't listen to what she's told |
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Is it all an act, is she playing you? |
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You can't really say, you don't know |
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She's always on her own |
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Alone but never home |
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What's going on, what's wrong? |
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She never hears you call |
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Like a deaf, blind devil doll |
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She's laughing as you fall |
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Injected with ambivalence |
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It must be such a bore |
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All the apathy's so frivolous |
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Why not show yourself the door? |
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She's always on her own |
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Alone but never home |
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What's going on, what's wrong? |
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She never hears you call |
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Like a deaf, blind devil doll |
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She's laughing as you fall |
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And if it's not a girl, it's something else |
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Is it even real at all? |
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Is your mind playing those games again? |
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Are those tricks making you old? |
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Is she always on her own? |
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Alone but never home? |
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What's going on, what's wrong? |
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Does she ever hear you call |
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Is she a deaf, blind devil doll? |
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Is she laughing as you fall? |
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You dream of days you miss |
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An endless teenage kiss |
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Effortless experience |
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And now it's come to this |
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You dream of days you missed |
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And they all just turn to kitsch |
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It's just experience |
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That turned you into this |
