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She's a latter-day saint, |
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But she's a Saturday sinner. |
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Suicide, Sunday dessert |
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For weekends, drinkin her dinner. |
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The worry keeps her slender. |
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The pills keep her awake. |
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Her man can't make her happy but he helps to still the shakes. |
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So I met her boyfriend at the bar, |
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He said he'd stick to beer. |
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Said I could keep the cocktails, |
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Martinis taste like tears. |
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I asked if he would leave her, what with all the grief. |
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He passed the pitcher back to me and asked what I believed. |
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I said virginity's a childhood disease |
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And these days, it seems, have interest for the attic thief |
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Patience for the epigrammatic but brief |
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There's only four ways to acquire |
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Anyone says different is a salesman or a liar |
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You can find it, earn it, make it, or steal it |
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I haven't found a single way to keep it |
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You can leash it, it'll leave; you can teach it to stay and it'll leave |
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You can case a display and let it decay and waste it away |
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And day by day, it leaves you by degrees |
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He put his hand on my knee; sometimes that's what it takes |
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He doesn't make me happy but he helps to still the shakes |
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Put all your words away |
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For all the noise you make |
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You were always safe |
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You were always, you were always, you were always sa----fe |
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With me, safe in sleep |
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Congratulations to the dry eyes |
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Consolations to the nice guys |
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And condensation's on the underside of everything I touch |
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I seem to chill the objects that I meant so much to love |
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A man can keep you sane five hundred and fifty days |
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A year and a half, give or take an afternoon |
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We should've sooner left the train but we made it |
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I guess that makes us the survivors to a blooming in my brain, I hate it |
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But it makes the colors brighter |
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Pump the anesthesia, spite the man that leaves you, might the sad disease you Contracted while standing boring and bored |
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Come back from the lab report as |
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The nervous disorder only the rich are afforded |
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Safe with me |
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Safe in sleep |
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Sa---------fe |
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Put all your words away |
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For all the noise you make |
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You were always safe |
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You were always, you were always, you were always sa-----fe |
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With me, safe in sleep-- |
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And I'm too polite to accuse you of being |
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Where you've been tonight |