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if your leaving leave the cigarettes.
you've already got the lighter and the keys.
she packs her boxes.
he knows that she's serious.
not by the look on her face,
but by the lack of rings.
words lost their meaning long ago.
right around the time when let him know.
oh oh oh oh uho oh oh
[x2]
have you ever heard a word?
(rather be lonely in love,
than alive with you and dead)
have you ever heard a word?
hear me out this time.
there is algebra in gasoline.
burning pictures, pages and photographs.
fire can make a conscience clean.
strike the match, we'll see.
rolls the window down,
calls his name and pulls away.
rethinks every word hes said in his disarray.
watched their house burn and inturn.
what made it home, drive away.
[x2]
have you ever heard a word?
(rather be lonely in love,
than alive with you and dead)
have you ever heard a word?
hear me out this time.
where does one start
to pick up the peices
of a gasoline heart?
when all he has is driving away.
[x2]
have you ever heard a word?
(rather be lonely in love,
than alive with you and dead)
have you ever heard a word?
hear me out this time.
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