I can't leave with words like these
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They break the bones that hold up my sleeves
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I've got to tie her so high her breath freezes
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before she speaks, but this bus just won't go far enough
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So I'll strap my face to a homemade bomb and blow the bus stop through the parking lot
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We'll celebrate like we were free
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I know a place where we can both get laced
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Take some time to learn about your face
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about bawling and bell curves
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about strength from inhalers
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and I'll take the fifth and you can just sit
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and I'll watch from a distance while you open it
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This is how I will keep her..in pieces..she's a keeper
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And I'll be holding my breath with the best..
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my breath with the best intentions
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This is not for me, your perfume struggles perfectly
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it wraps around and screams at me,
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"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead" [x2]
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My straight faced grin is the first to leave hand in hand with the queen of tragedy
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Why do I hurt just on purpose?
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I guess I lack a purpose..
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So smile like a child sitting in the sea forget about what's in the water
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and just focus in on me I'll be the phantom of the opera
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I'll be the lantern you blow out first..
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And I'll be holding my breath with the best..
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my breath with the best intentions
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This is not for me, your perfume struggles perfectly
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it wraps around and screams at me,
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"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead" [x2]
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And I'll be the reason you'll leave this city..(This is not for me)
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The Pornographers Daughter
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Northstar |