Saturday, October 27, 2012

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One of us guilty of running with scissors
Crying to authorities, "I didn't mean to hurt my lovers."
But how do you explain a thousand broken hearts?

You stare at your hands covered with their blood
Why won't it wash off; it's clinging just like mud
And now all you can do is lean over the bathtub and cry

Players, you're on the wrong side of town
Life here isn't a game, so best you get out now
There's a cell in your mind and if you dare hit and run
The key will get left behind and time can never be undone

You try to find excuses and flash innocent eyes
But this isn't a roll of dice; these are peoples' lives
What in the world made you believe it'd be alright?

Nightmares surround you, ghosts of folk you kissed
Pleasure's in the emotion, the body only expresses it
They know the truth now; you never felt anything

Players, you're on the wrong side of town
Life here isn't a game, so best you get out now
There's a cell in your mind and if you dare hit and run
The key will get left behind and time can never be undone

There's a knock at your door
Who could it be?
Someone forgot a basket?
Is this gift for me?
Here's a transcript for you
"You'll never meet your love come true."

Players, you're on the wrong side of town
Life here isn't a game, so best you get out now
There's a cell in your mind and if you dare hit and run
The key will get left behind and time can never be undone

Players, you think you're at the top, but you're falling down
Faster than you're aware; you'll crash with a sound
No one will be there to help you stand and overcome
You'll just get left behind and time can never be undone

One of us guilty of running with scissors
Crying to authorities, "I didn't mean to hurt my lovers."
But how do you explain a thousand broken hearts?

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