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We take sour sipsFrom life's lush lips
And we shake shake the hips
In relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun & say "I know"
You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing the stones in a glass room.
Whoa ah oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love
Songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa ah oh
We keep the beat,
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing
Slept through the weekend
And dream
Sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
Got postcards from my former self, saying "how you been"?
We might of said good byes just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town) Whoa ah oh
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room
Whoa ah oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love
Songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa ah oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love
Songs so genuinely cunning
Ah ah ah oh oh oh oh...
[Screaming]
It was icecream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tripper of the craddle
But my tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns
We're the hasbeens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter.
Whoa ah oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love
Songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa ah oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa love
Songs so genuinely cunning
Whoa ah oh
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