We take sour sips
From life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips
In relationships
Stop by this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun, and say "I know"
You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing the stones in a glass room

Whoa, ah, oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa, ah, oh

We keep the beat
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds, singing
Slept through the weekend and we were dreaming
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former self, saying "how you been?"

We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
(Somehow this disaster town)
Whoa, ah, oh
Our beliefs of kissing beats over this room

Whoa, ah, oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa, ah, oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning

Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, oh

It was ice-cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance
You call me a bad tripper of the cradle
But my tired yawns for fawns on hunters lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years, and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine; find yourself wetter

Whoa, ah, oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa, ah, oh
We're so miserable and stunning
Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa, ah, oh

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