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Drink Down The Deepest, Darkest Reasons For Me To Stay...

I sin in shapes while the dozer beats us both down
By one or two, my thumb is fingering my cell phone
After 3 or 4 I've got your voice choking the airwaves

Baby the beat in my heart is much greater than the beating you've given me
So I'll charm on
I'll be the burden to your apple tree
Your appetite is not right
Anymore

The pitchers here are for drowning out equality
The lights are dim so we can all pretend that we are someone else
The songs are loud because the only way to shake you off
Is to beg them for a headache, and I'm...

...waking up (waking up)
With headaches and pieces lost from the night before
BUT WHAT THE HELL ARE FRIENDS FOR!?

Tap me out like a quarter in the slot machines
I've made a mess of your ragged little magazines
Trendy eyes are the spies for the latest scenes
And now my buttons are cut to look like pine trees
(it makes sense to me, it makes cents for me)

So write me off with your shoulder to the jukebox
I've been here once, not twice
And still I've got you figured out
The whore
On the dance floor
Waiting for the biggest score
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
(ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!)
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
(ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!)
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!

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