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Oh, she's a dying art She's a weathered leaf At times, a thunderstorm And he's a prodigal son With his back to the wall He's an atomic bomb And she said, she said, she says I remember you Your switch-blade eyes The coolest thing to do Was to let you come inside Hands behind my back My tongue tied Bear with me now Let's go for a ride She's a dying art She's a weathered leaf At times, a thunderstorm And I'm the prodigal love With my back to the wall I'm the atomic bomb And she said, she said, she says I remember you Your switch-blade eyes The coolest thing to do Was to let you come inside Hands behind my back My tongue tied Bear with me now Let's go for a ride I remember you Your switch-blade eyes The coolest thing to do Was to let you come inside Hands behind my back My tongue tied Bear with me now Let's go for a ride For a ride For a ride