You slide out at night to show yourself
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you mean to hang yourself on the wall
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with the hems you call your friends.
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You've memorized a thousand lines and
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kissed a thousand guys but none packed
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more than wood.
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And still you wake up, the taste of the
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night before has grown somehow. You
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take off your makeup, you're free from
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their eyes and all they laugh about.
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Sailboats that never float and lids of lead
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that hold your ego down. What's it take
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to bend the lens? Well as you can see I
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really know but I can't amend the trend
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towards the rocks wielding the knives
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beneath your breast and all the the waves
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that never break within our sight. So come on
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treat me right.
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If you could keep him you'd dub him
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"The rock what aced 'em two to one"
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but the powder from your empty boxes
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was ground from your whole empty youth.
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And so you woke up, the taste of the
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night before has grown somehow. You
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take off your makeup, and you're free
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from their eyes and all they laugh about.
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Those Bold City Girls
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The Shins |