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The landlord's a cut throat |
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We've gotta calm down before he wakes |
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And I'm trying to breathe right |
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I'm closing my eyes in hope she disappears |
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She's crying an ocean about me |
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I tell her: |
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"Lock it up." |
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And that's when the dish breaks |
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I swear to god it was the loudest bang |
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She's holding a pistol |
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Goddamn, I bet she's never felt so... |
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She's shaking like a nine millimeter |
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I tell her: |
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"Rat-tat-tat" |
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Now I'm leaving for the rest of my life tonight |
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And I kissed her neck and I hugged her tight |
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No need to jump through the window |
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You know I'm a sucker for crescendos |
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And I begged her to tell me that she loved me the same |
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She shook her head and said she'll never love again |
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I made a dash to the window |
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f**k it, I'm gonna kill the crescendo |
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So it goes. |
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So it goes. |
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In heaven so it goes. |
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Everybody knows |
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How far the rabbit goes |
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A clone of copied xerox |
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From the hanger in his throat |
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I gathered up my evidence |
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I threw on my winter coat |
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A black cat crossed my path |
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And then I saw his ghost |
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"Stand still." |
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Can't you |
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"Stand still." |
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"I can't beat your case of bad blues unless you tell me you love her still." |
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And I could see it meant more to him than anything had before |
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He shook his head in horror and said "Now I love her more." |
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And as he hit the window he stopped to say "goodbye" |
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She was running towards him with the devil in her eyes |
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He fell |
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Face first |
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Ten floors |
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With her |
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On top of him beautifully tumbling - dancing almost |
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He laughed |
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She winked |
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The flag burns |
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Ship sinks |
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Both of them smashing and breaking so brilliantly |
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(sax solo) |
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He was always saying: |
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"If it's broke it's not worth saving," |
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Regretfully the irony |
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Was never more so fitting |
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He was always cheating |
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And she as always dreaming |
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Of him coming home one day |
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And tell her that he's leaving |
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"Stand still." |
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Can't you |
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"Stand still." |
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You can't avoid the window unless you leave the window sill. |
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My blood fills with ice, I thought |
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"Damn how it's nice to feel |
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Sober and bright," |
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I thought |
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"Goddamn, it's nice!" |
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My dreams filled with ice, I thought |
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"Damn, how it's bright |
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I never treated her nice |
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I should've killed myself twice." |
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Bad dreams |
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It was like a bad dream woah |
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The story of my life: |
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"Climbing up stairs felt like: |
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Gripping the ledge |
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Clearing my head |
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She pushed me |
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Over the edge." |
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(Get your hands off of my hands lover) |
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Bad dreams, it was like a bad dream woah |
