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I know you're popular, but you don't have to prove it
Go ahead: prove it
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one instrument colliding into another
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It's all so meaningless
Without a title, where do we fall?
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He strikes his match on the pavement, and lights his cigar
The baby's in the backseat, windows down, in the car
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Let's just call it a night
The ventiloquist says
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Coat-hanger man
Don't hang my coat
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as the world heats up and evaporates your posessions
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I heard what you said...
And I don’t appreciate your ambition
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Two clicks, four strokes
Directions from my anti-persperant
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A drunken prowess –poised
And ready
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I saw her lookin' over from across the room, and she was lookin' at me
Her baby blue eyes could tell no lies, so I had to tell everybody
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Hands dipped in wax
Dotted with blues and blacks
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I was a big bad monster you were a sweet little thing
The people were talking and you danced and I sang,
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The wallpaper is fading, and this old house looks so blue
But there's one new painting, a gorgeous picture of two
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Your hand in mine, makes it seem alright
But come tomorrow morning we'll have only started a fight
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I'm the same as the last guy
The same as the next guy
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Radar waves sense your breath from a trillion miles away from you
And still your outline renders me speechless from my point-of-view
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You fill your body up with holes
And kill yourself with your nose
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My head is filled with truths, but my lips speak only lies
I have a stinging fear that truth is my demise
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The waves give me headaches, as they gently kiss the shore
She collapsed on top of me, her breath wreaked of sin
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My second wind is your dying breath
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I think she triggered the alarm
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You're dying breath was my second wind
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These boots were made for skanking
That's what they'll fucking do
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Evening falls but no one's there to hear it so does it make a sound?
You stumble lightly so as not to harm the ground
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You know it's made of gravel
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Somewhere behind a thousand truths, is you
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I don't know why you feel so offended
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Hitting the keys which hit the page
Filled to the brim with love and rage
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There must be some unknown substance
A purpose we're not seeing
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