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You took mine and I took yours
We hid them in our chest of drawers
You broke my arm and I broke your skin
You broke the rules and I cheated to win
You asked the judge and I called the cops
They told us both it was none of our faults
Our bodies tangled and no one to blame
No wonder we get off just playing this game
And when there's nothing left, you point at me and you say, "theft"
With my eyes on the ceiling, you accuse me of stealing
I'm stuck inside the cell, how'd you like to bail me out
This goal is hard to tackle, now you're locked up in the shackles
I took my chances, you took my luck
I lost my reason, your fingers got stuck
Slamming the door was my only intention
If I had some gloves I would have some protection
Shrunk in the machine, my sweater's not mine
Thank you, public servants, for wasting my time
Searching in anger to find all the yarn
When you read the papers your feelings get learned
You're kicking me, I'm helpless on the floor and in a ball
If you don't stop it soon I'll give in give my whole life long
The bruises that you gave me are all in the shape of hearts
But they hurt worse than all the others shaped like guns and knives and darts
Well it's a crush and it's a threat
You took mine and I took yours   We hid them in our chest of drawers   You broke my arm and I broke your skin   You broke the rules and I cheated to win   You asked the judge and I called the cops   They told us both it was none of our faults   Our bodies tangled and no one to blame   No wonder we get off just playing this game   And when there's nothing left, you point at me and you say, "theft"   With my eyes on the ceiling, you accuse me of stealing   I'm stuck inside the cell, how'd you like to bail me out   This goal is hard to tackle, now you're locked up in the shackles   I took my chances, you took my luck   I lost my reason, your fingers got stuck   Slamming the door was my only intention   If I had some gloves I would have some protection   Shrunk in the machine, my sweater's not mine   Thank you, public servants, for wasting my time   Searching in anger to find all the yarn   When you read the papers your feelings get learned   You're kicking me, I'm helpless on the floor and in a ball   If you don't stop it soon I'll give in give my whole life long   The bruises that you gave me are all in the shape of hearts   But they hurt worse than all the others shaped like guns and knives and darts   Well it's a crush and it's a threat