It's that desease of the age
It's that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home
Maybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
And now we're all alone
Wedding bells ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we're all alone
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want
Protect me protect me
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