You've inherited your mother's bad taste in men and then...
The way we pour stiff drinks.
The way we fall for our dreams.
Oh, the things we put in our heads.
We've built this house from ice, and now it's summertime.
Who makes you suffer?
Is it you?
It's you.
It's true.
The way we pour stiff drinks.
The way we fall for our dreams.
Oh, the things we put in our heads.
We'll make history.
We'll make history!
Casting call or curtain call?
Do dead bodies make the news anymore?
Impulses of a madman with the conscience of a gentleman.
You were those heels when you kicked my face in.
And we'll live die hurt cry fuck lie quit try eat drink piss shit sleep and we'll love and we'll lose... and we'll hate and we'll win.
Skeleton key and countless sleep.
Like a school bus on Sunday morning.
I got drunk and drew/threw up my will.
I'm happy to know when the end is near.
And we'll blah blah blah and we'll love and we'll lose...
And we'll love and we'll win.
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