How'd you get so cynical
My guess is
that when it comes to love,
nothing's ever good enough
Don't you want to spin that record ‘round,
pick your shadow boxes up off the ground
Will you teach me how to dance
if I can love you through this mess
just say I promise
How'd you get so color blind
your mind is blank and all your memories
are black and white frames of you leaving
When'd you love a renegade
My guess is
some time in the 80s
you were throwing grenades
straight at their hearts
Don't you want to spin that record ‘round,
pick your shadow boxes up off the ground
Will you teach me how to dance
if I can love you through this mess
just say I promise

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