They made a statue of us. And it put it on a mountain top. Now tourists come and stare at us. Blow bubbles with their gum. Take photographs for fun, for fun. And if a ten-ton truck kills both of us. To die by your side, well the pleasure - the privilege is mine. Bad kids all my friends are bad kids. Product of no dad kids. Kids like you and me. So please, please, please, let me, let me, let me, let me get what i want this time. Out of here, we're out of here. Out of heartache along with fear. There goes the fear again, there goes the fear. What i want you've got. But it might be hard to handle, like the flame that burns the candle. The candle feeds the flame. Sweet disposition, never too soon. Oh reckless abandon, like no one's watching you. Helping the kids out of their coats. But wait the babies haven't been born oh. Unpacking the bags and setting up. And planting lilacs and buttercups oh. I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved, I'm the hero of the story, don't need to be saved. Time it was, and what a time it was, it was. A time of innocence, a time of confidences. Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph. Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you. She's got you high and you don't even know yet. She's got you high and you don't even know yet. The sun's in the sky, its warming up your bare legs. You can't deny your looking for the sunset. Outside, there's a car box waiting, outside the family stew, ew, ew, ew. Outside the fire breathing, outside we wait 'til faces turns blue.
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