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Baptized in soft skin with bitten lips |
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I passed by her lost in the sketchy land |
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Lines of breadcrumbs retrace for the ride |
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Bathed in the blue light of perfect American nights |
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American nights |
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Funny right lovely night song sets pace |
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Young lovers sing along through touch face |
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True love waits in shallow waters under darkened skies |
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Little handcuffs and the solid plans and blacked out eyes |
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We're killing cowboys left and right again |
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With guilty little trips, recycled cans |
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That give me whiskey lips and dirty hands |
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And everybody's got a ribbon all of a sudden and its a box newsstand |
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Alright! |
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Starry eyes, shitfaced lions, planes |
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Let's call the supermodels and all of the ****ing vagrant bands |
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And ask them just exactly what they've got planned |
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To save us from our own impending doom |
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They were baptized with soft skin and bitten smiles, bitten smiles all lost in |
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Oh god how you glow, oh god how you glow |
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Meet me here later and we'll make out. |
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They were broke bones, paint chips with bitten smiles, bitten smiles and soft hits |
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Oh lord how you shine, oh lord how you shine |
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Meet me here later and we'll make out. |
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"You ready?" |
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"Yeah I'm ready." |
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"OK, let's go." |
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"1... 2... 3..." |
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Last one rolls from the mall right down Third Street |
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Doing donuts through front lawns, keg in the backseat |
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Pancake pants, pick up, make out, and bleed |
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Mr. Mouth with the largest pockets packed with popcorn |
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Seems to cost me nothing |
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Costs me nothing |
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Costs me nothing |
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Costs me |
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Assholes all obsessed with spelling |
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Sweaty, out of breath from yelling |
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Chase him up and down the ceiling |
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**** you bleeding heart |
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Take another 20, buddy |
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All we need is burning money |
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Check, swore I'd laugh at anything |
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They were baptized with soft skin bitten smiles, bitten smiles all lost in |
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Oh god how you glow, Oh god how you glow |
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Meet me here later and we'll make out. |
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They were broke bones, paint chips with bitten smiles, bitten smiles and soft hits |
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Oh lord how you shine, oh lord how you shine |
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Meet me here later and we'll make out. |
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They were baptized, soft skin with bitten smiles, bitten smiles all lost in |
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Oh god how you glow, oh god how you glow |
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Meet me here later and we'll make out. |
