| A harmless headache almost killed a man
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| The smeared off lipstick and a dirty hand
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| Leather boots and a drunken band
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| Play that punk darling, honey, if you can
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| Oh, how could you not understand?
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| You tear and tailor to their tender tones
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| Heart of sin on your busted headphones
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| Names and places that you knew you’d forget
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| Lay in the basement on a blank cassette
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| Oh, how could you not understand?
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| Fishnet conversations always turn out right
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| Moron in the mirror only for a night
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| Are you bad enough for me?
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| Are you bad enough for me tonight?
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| You chew the words, better spit em out
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| A crooked smoke and a dirty couch
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| The blurred tattoos on a stranger’s arm
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| Reads, «How far have we really come?»
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| Oh, how could you not understand?
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| Fishnet conversations always turn out right
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| Moron in the mirror only for a night
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| Are you bad enough for me?
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| Are you bad enough for me tonight? |
| Oh
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| Oh, how could you not understand?
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| You’ve been livin in filthy places
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| But you’ve had your fill
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| You’ve been drinkin that muddy water
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| But you can’t tell
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| Fishnet conversations always turn out right
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| Moron in the mirror only for a night
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| Are you bad enough for me?
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| Are you bad enough for me tonight? |