I watch the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
This is a wasteland now."
by Interpol
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