We're all fuckers, in some way.Don't bother saying you're sorry / Why don't you come in?Smoke all my cigarettes again / Every time I get no furtherHow long has it been? / Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreamsYou take up my time / Like some cheap magazineWhen I could have been learning somethingOh well, you know what I mean, oh / I've done this beforeAnd I will do it again / Come on and kill me babyWhile you smile like a friend / Oh and I'll come runningJust to do it again / You are the last drink I never should have drunkYou are the body hidden in the trunk / You are the habit I can't seem to kickYou are my secrets on the front page every weekYou are the car I never should have boughtYou are the dream I never should have caughtYou are the cut that makes me hide my faceYou are the party that makes me feel my ageLike a car crash I can see but I just can't avoidLike a plane I've been told I never should boardLike a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the endLet me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.
Beware: Everybody has deep inside the stupid tendency to play dangerous games.
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