Cut your break lines, brake your headlights and waited for you at the stop sign.
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Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires, our smothered young.
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Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
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Thank you lord:
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1) for this oil slick.
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2) for her car wreck.
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3) for I'm lovesick.
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Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve. And when you thought we were done for.
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I pulled through. While you rested your eyes in the driver seat, I sat and watched you.
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Always the first one on the scene. A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.
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Trust me.
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We'll wait for it, pray for it, step on the brakes till we're over it, under it,
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Screaming like bombs for it.
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Oh dear me, I've done it again.
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Thank you lord:
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4) for the loaded gun.
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5) for the bad aim.
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6) for I'm lonesome.
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God is smiling down on us, he shines his grace on everyone.
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(P.S. - The greatest lovers were murderers first.)
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Evidence
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Everlife |