| I walk down my street at night
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| The city lights are cold and violent
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| I am comforted by the approaching
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| Sounds of trucks and sirens
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| Even though the world’s so bad
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| These men rush out to help the dying
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| And though I am no use to them
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| I do my part by simply smiling
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| The ghetto boys are catcalling me
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| As I pull my keys from my pocket
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| I wonder if this method of courtship
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| Has ever been effective
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| Has any girl in history said
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| Sure, you seem so nice, let’s get it on
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| Still, I always shock them when I answer
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| Hi, my name’s Amanda
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| And I’m not gonna live my life
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| On one side of an ampersand
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| And even if I went with you
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| I’m not the girl you think I am
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| And I’m not gonna match you
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| Cause I’ll lose my voice completely
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| No, I’m not gonna watch you
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| Cause I’m not the one that’s crazy
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| Yeah…
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| I have wasted years of my life
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| Agonizing about the fires
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| I started when I thought that
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| To be strong, you must be flame retardant
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| And now to dress the wounds goes into question
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| How authentic they are
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| There is always someone criticizing me
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| She just likes playing hospital
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| Lying in my bed
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| I remember what you said
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| There’s no such thing as accidents
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| But you’ve got the headstones all ready
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| All carved up and pretty
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| Your sick satisfaction
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| Those his and hers matching
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| The daisies all push up’n
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| Pairs to the horizons
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| Your eyes full of ketchup
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| It’s nice that you’re trying
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| The headstones all ready
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| All carved up and pretty
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| Your sick satisfaction
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| Those his and hers matching
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| The daises all push up’n
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| Pairs to the horizons
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| Your eyes full of ketchup
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| It’s nice that you’re trying
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| But I’m not gonna live my life
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| On one side of an ampersand
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| And even if I went with you
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| I’m not the girl you think I am
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| And I’m not gonna match you
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| Cause I’ll lose my voice completely
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| Yeah I’m just gonna watch you
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| Cause I’m not the one that’s crazy
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| Yeah…
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| Cause I’m not the one that’s crazy
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| Yeah…
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| As I wake up to a clock
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| The fire burned the block
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| But ironically stopped at my apartment
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| And my housemates are all sleeping soundly
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| And nobody deserves to die
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| But you were awful adamant
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| That if I didn’t love you
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| Then you have just one alternative
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| And I may be romantic
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| And I may risk my life for it
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| But I ain’t gonna die for you
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| You know I ain’t no Juliet
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| And I’m not gonna watch you
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| Wanna burn yourself out baby
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| No I’m not gonna stop you
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| Cause I’m not the one that’s crazy, yeah
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| I’m not the one that’s crazy, yeah
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| I’m not the one that’s crazy… |