one mile in the air that's where she lives
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her body looks so thin and pink and small
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dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands
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and swallowing her fingers as they fall
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two people dance on the edge:three of us push them away
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there's nowhere to go we're all in this
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but nothing can hurt us at all
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fight her all you want you'll never win
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couldn't we just once leave her in bed
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let the dry air cut her happy throat
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hide her heart and lose her happy head
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first I was a murderer then I was a saint
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now I live on stolen time twist and run like paint
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like an animal
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tuesday in the sun nothing could be worse
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not now not ever not anymore....
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Like An Animal
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The Cure |