Dillinger Four

Dillinger Four - Fuzzy Pink Hand-Cuffs lyrics

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She's got a little book 

She thinks it tells the truth 

Easy answers so simple she can't refuse 

It's disengenous, just like the smile on her face 

Somewhere here there's a mind that has been misplaced 

Taking the easy way always get you through the day 



He's got a bank account 

He's got a house in the hills 

He burns the midnight oil, he can't get off the pills 

He'd give it all away to get a little more 

He's a bright exterior, an empty core 

Doubt if he'll ever see 

They're burning him in effigy 



Losing yourself in the path that you've taken 

You are nothing if not vacant 

Fill yourself up just to end up more hollow 

Fall to your knees for the false that you follow 



She's got a catalog 

It's full of hopes and dreams 

It makes her hate herself, it's what she wants to be 

She spends more every day, she wants the fairy tale 

And everytime she tries, and everytimes she fails 

She wallows in her shame 

No one but herself to blame
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Language: English

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