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We take sour sips
From life's lush lips
We shake shake shake the hips
In relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say "I know"
You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
And we might have started singing just a little too soon
We're throwing the stones in a glass roomWhoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becomingWe 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
Your pulse comes from a pharmacist, saying "how you been"?
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
(somehow this disaster town)
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this roomWhoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becomingIt was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
when the pearls in our shells came out to dance
This is what you get for abusing sweet love
Take off your clothes, it hurts just right
Whatever happens I'm okay,
Diving into knives don't cut me
Think you could find time to call me when you get home?
Take your life apart, find yourself with loveWhoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming
Whoa ah oh it's a miserable story
Whoa ah oh far from the genuine becoming