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't 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's disguise
She don't back down
And she won't come around here
Now there's all this talk about dying
Well I don't get it, for the life of me
With your fingernails painted red
And your eyes all ready to wed
Decorated from head to toe
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Like a magician in a talent show
She don't back down
And she don't come around here
An' there's all this talk about dying
Well I don't get it, for the life of me
So you've 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't back down
She don't come around here
Now there's all this talk about dying
Well I don't get it, for the life of me
She don't back down
She don't come around here
Now there's all this talk about dying
Well I don't 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't usually ignore me
Now there's all this talk about dying
Well, I don't get it, for the life of me
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