Drop a hairdryer into my bath
Shocks like that make me laugh
It's fun to laugh when you're sad
Be happy, come on let me be happy
Why do you wanna go turn back time?
Come and take a ride in my psychotic mind
'Cause you're the last of a dying breed
Write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me
I'm here in search of your glory
There's been a million before me
That ultra-kind of love
You never walk away from
You're just the last of the real ones
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