Cut and Run - Live

Shake and stir yourself into a bad excuse
 A half-hearted fuck you
 Imagine all the nowhere places we'd have been
 Cynicism aside, and let me try to turn these awful words
 Into a cure, not a curse
 And I'm still drawn by the kid in the corner
 And the lovely angels alone on benches
 I'm still making pleas
 To the kid whose clothes don't fit
 Who hasn't found himself just yet
 Let alone the chance to love
 You cross him off your list
 This shit is piling up head over fist
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 While you're making eyes across the room
 While you're making eyes across the room
 While you're making eyes across the room
 While you're making eyes across the room
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 They got caught standing bored by the sidewalk
 They tried to turn the opera into a punk rock stage
 They cut and run at such a tender age
 They got caught standing bored by the sidewalk
 They tried to turn the opera into a punk rock stage
 They cut and run at such a tender age