"I've got this feeling in my blood
That I want more this ain't enough
A girlfriend, a movie, a slow dance, and straight teeth
Some candle lit forced sentiment
I'm bored to tears you're amorous
So please pass the regret
It tastes good on thick skin
Fast approaching death you
Aren't helping it
Your smiles been losing it's charm
You still think you've got it
Is this the best idea that you've ever had?"
Dear and The Headlights
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