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The neon burns a hole in the night, |
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And the freon burns a hole in the sky. |
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You can find my kind living right on the fault line, |
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Eyes on the seaside, lives on the B-side, |
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Kites on the, kites on the, kites on the power-lines. |
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Kites on the, kites on the power-lines. |
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It's like, I know what he tells you, |
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But I don't know why you believe him or won't leave it alone. |
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It's just us shimmying walking home and dodging cars. |
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The rest of the believers follow brighter burning stars. |
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A pushpin through my sternum, |
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I spent a long year under glass, |
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Watching your reflection in the cases as you passed. |
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And cupid limps in two years too late with a love letter for the ugly sister. |
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It's like, I'm sorry but you missed her, Mr. Mystery to me, |
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How lost you seem to be. |
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And from beneath, it all looks the same, |
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Gum-covered and rusted. |
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The neon burns a hole in the night, |
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And the freon burns a hole in the sky. |
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You can find my kind living right on the fault line, |
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Eyes on the seaside, lives on the B-side, |
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Kites on the, kites on the, kites on the power-lines. |
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Kites on the, kites on the power-lines. |
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Maybe you were right all along. |
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I say I'm sorry less than I am wrong. |
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So here we are, both half-starved. |
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You make it look so, you make look so hard. |
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Like I'm a shadow-boxer waiting for the other girl to make the first move, |
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And I'm a sad imposter, don't let the battles pick you. |
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We never do go over, we always gotta go through, |
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Love to sleep by the hum of the machine. |
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Veins filled with grenadine, |
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It's just a fever dream to me. |
