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      Broken arms, I would hold you Even if I had broken arms. Can you make a tourniquet for a broken heartż A bad ideaż Well I suppose itżs up to me to juxtapose myself. Thereżs little guys with little guns Inside our mouths, inside our heads, They make us suffer. Iżll stay home, itżs a good thing I think Iżm funny. Donżt come by, Iżll be making jokes about you. But then again, you could come in. We could make fun of all the things we used to yesterday. Iżve got a five, youżve got a ten, Thatżs fifteen dollars, we could see how long it takes to spend. You like games that drive us both insane And I roll the dice but thatżs just to be nice to you. Why donżt we try something else for a changeż Hey, I know! Why donżt I poke out my eyes for you over and over And over and over againż Get out of my house! And can I come with youż żCuz where thereżs a will thereżs a way We can kill all the midgets with guns That we have on our tongues Just stick out your lips, lean in close, and weżll kiss them Goodbye to the midgets with guns.
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