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And I wonder
Where do you get your inspiration?
Where do you find your motivation?
And what motivates me to hold your hands?
And I don't want you to see all these things I hide
When you were holding my hands I didn't think I'd die
And I wonder
Where do you let the night drive by?
When you left me out to hang dry
Well this rope is tightening
And I don't want you to see all these things I hide
When you were holding my hands I didn't think I'd die
And I don't want you to see all these things I hide
When you were holding my hands I didn't think I'd die
And I don't want you to see all these things I hide
Yeah
You couldn't tell me
That this was the best that you could do
And now you left me here all alone
And she waits for me
In the Sunday dress laced in pink and white
You shouldn't have shot me down
When you're the one that had to change
You could've changed your mind
While I was sitting alone
And if you should die before you'd ask me
How am I?
And if you should die before you'd ask me
For my life
And if you should die before you'd ask me
If I'd die
If I'd die with you
She's innocent but she's got a gun yeah
She'll hand it over and then she'll run yeah
I'll pull the trigger yeah, I'll pull the trigger yeah
I'll shoot her up yeah, I'll shoot her up bang
Bang!
Yeah
I want your plastic perfection
I want to see your vanity
I want your sexy psychotic
So I can see your lunacy
And I wonder
Where do you get your inspiration?
Where do you find your motivation?
And what motivates me to hold your hands?
Sweetness, this isn't working
I thought the breath that you breathed would give me life
Yeah
And she's a melodramatic
She thought that I was romantic
But then the guns went off
And now I'm left here all alone
And I look so beautiful
In your Sunday dress laced in pink and white



Writer(s): James Hart, Mick Morris, Keith Barney, Brandan Schieppati, Ken Floyd



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