You're a canary
I'm a coalmine
'Cause sorrow is just all the rage
Take one for the team
You all know what I mean
And I'm so sorry
But not really
Tell the boys where to find my body
New York eyes and Chicago thighs
Pushed up the window to kiss you off
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you
Don't you remember the way
I held your hand under the lamp post
And ran home this way
So many times I could close my eyes
More I've got all this ringing in my ears
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