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I'm a rollercoaster ride
that you can call enigma
not a bad egg
we're all part saint and sinner
emotionally action packed
guess you'll figure that out
and I'm writing for the ones yet to be a winner
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and I write for the sad ones
the bad ones
positively identify as mad ones...
but they know what they bring to the table
and for the damaged
the ones with baggage
the one's that are difficult to manage
you might call them unhinged or unstable
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but we're all damaged goods
and it's good to recycle
handle with care
you can tape me up with fragile
strong language
explicit content
can't all universally please
for the one's that should come
with a warning label
for the ones like me
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parental advisory
for the ones like me
parental advisory
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I write for the lonely
listening to Joni
singin' why won't somebody hold me
but we've muddled through, listening to sad songs
emotionally tangled
hard to handle
we like to burn the 3am candle
while most are sleeping we're awake all night long
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I write for the wingers
hair brush singers
the ones who hope their taste will linger
given up dreams of rings upon their fingers...
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still cravin'
bottles of wine that need a corkin'
barefoot walkin'
late night talkin'
with someone who will stay 'til the morning
for the wild unruly can't be tamed
we just need to be loved
we don't need to be saved
the wild ones can't be caged
the wild one's can't be changed
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but we're all damaged goods
and it's good to recycle
handle with care
you can tape me up with fragile
strong language
explicit content
can't all universally please
for the one's that should come
with a warning label
for the ones like me
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parental advisory
for the ones like me
parental advisory
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Oh and for the weird ones
the feared ones
the don't quite fit in anywhere ones
not the kind you take to meet your family for dinner
maybe we're the outcasts
knowing nothing lasts
we're all just products of our own past
but we're the ones that boil instead of simmer...
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and we've got
fire's burnin'
heart's a yearnin'
knowing we're alive cause
we are hurtin'
wish we didn't need to feel that depth of feelin'
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wanting to feel excited
ooh inspired
normality's just got us..
feeling tired
what d'ya gotta do to reach the ceiling?
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chorus
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we're just damaged goods
but it's good to recycle
handle with care
you can tape me up with fragile
strong language
explicit content
can't universally please
for the one's that should come
with a warning label
for the ones like me
​
parental advisory
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for the ones like me
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parental advisory
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