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I opened the fire door to four lips |
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None of which were mine, kissing |
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Tightened my belt around my hips |
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Where your hands were missing |
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And stepped out into the cold, collar high |
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Under the slate gray sky, the air was smoking |
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And the streets were dry and |
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I wasn't joking |
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When I said, goodbye |
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Magazine quality men talking on the corner |
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French, no less much less of them then us |
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So why do |
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I feel like something's been rearranged? |
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You know, taken out of context |
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I must seem so strange |
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Killed a cockroach so big, it left a puddle |
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Of pus on the wall, when you and |
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I are lying in bed |
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You don't seem so tall, |
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I'm singing now |
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Because my tear ducts are too tired |
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And my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired |
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I make such a good statistic someone should study me now |
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Somebody's got to be interested in how |
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I feelJust 'cause |
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I'm here and |
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I'm real, oh, how |
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I missSubstituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss |
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And oh, how |
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I miss walking up to the edge |
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And jumping in like |
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I could feel the future on your skin |
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I opened the fire door to four lipsnone of which were mine, kissing |
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I opened the fire door, |
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I opened the fire door |
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I opened the fire door, |
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I opened the fire door |
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I opened the fire door, |
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I opened the fire door |
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I opened the fire door, |
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I opened the fire door |
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I opened the fire door |
