Now they've swapped that good old carthorse for a car? Now he's handed in his sword and taken a dart? Are your tiny hands starting to warm? Does your battered heart feel less torn?
Enter perfect couple, he owns all the keys He shows her white knuckle, she shows bleeding knees
Now they've swapped your concrete cell for a padded one? Now every single dream you had is gone? Does this decay bring you to life? Well, I think it probably might Enter perfect couple, he owns all the keys He shows her white knuckle, she shows bleeding knees Enter perfect couple, he owns all the keys The blood pours from her knees
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