She's a Ballad
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I never had the taste for the obvious adrenaline
The subtle spiked fingers are more my speed
And now these tiny violent symphonies of anger and acetylene
Are rooted in my insides growing like a weed
She's a nervous habit
Anyone can see
She's a ballad
She's a ballad to be
She'll be the ballad of me
I tried to float away on some innocent oblivion
To wash away your face in the rain of my brain
I tried to change the luck of the lies I've been living in
But all I ever get is try again, try again, try again
She's a nervous habit
Anyone can see
She's a ballad
She's a ballad to be
She'll be the ballad of me
Bring on the boys singing "be-bop-a-lu-la"
Bring on the whores and the businessmen
I can count on one finger the reason to do this again
I save a little taste for the Cherubim and Seraphim
In the all-night laundries and the opium dives
I say a little prayer from the soft sanitarium
For all the poor suckers with the love in their lives
Go on and save yourselves
It's too late for me
Go on and save yourselves
It's too late for me
She's a ballad
She's a ballad to be
She's a ballad
She'll be the ballad of me
She's a ballad
She's a ballad to be
She's a ballad
She'll be the ballad of me
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