Well, I know you find it hard to smile
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin�
You know you shouldn抰 ever try to ignore me
And you look to be pretty nervous
Sweaty hands and blood shot eyes
So hard to identify you
Just a loser in a loser抯 disguise
She don抰 back down
And she won抰 come around here
Now there抯 all this talk about dying
Well I don抰 get it, for the life of me
With your fingernails painted red
And your eyes all ready to wed
Decorated from head to toe
Like a magician in a talent show
She don抰 back down
And she don抰 come around here
An� there抯 all this talk about dying
Well I don抰 get it, for the life of me
So you抳e smoked your last cigarette
Burned coldly on a train from tibet
And broke your last bottle of wine
And unraveled your last ball of twine
Well, she don抰 back down
She don抰 come around here
Now there抯 all this talk about dying
Well I don抰 get it, for the life of me
She don抰 back down
She don抰 come around here
Now there抯 all this talk about dying
Well I don抰 get it, for the life of me
Well, I know you find it hard to smile
To keep your happiness in style
You pass in silence in the mornin�
You know you don抰 usually ignore me
Now there抯 all this talk about dying
Well, I don抰 get it, for the life of me
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