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(Source: as heard)
| Flying saucers could land, |
| And it wouldn't make much difference to my man. |
| I could walk aboard and thank the Lord, |
| And we'll leave this damn down town in seconds flat. |
| Check my bags and never come back. |
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| Our, our love is like a fuse that's burned out. |
| Our, our love is like a fuse that's burned out. |
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| Oh, I've been unkind, but not like you. |
| Ain't I ashamed of being misused? |
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| Our, our love is like a fuse that's burned out. |
| Our, our love is like a fuse that's burned out. |
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| I liked your Chevy Duster. |
| I liked your brand-new trailer. |
| I liked your color TV, |
| But you looked at that color TV more than me, |
| More than me. |
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| Our, our love is like a fuse that's burned out. |
| Our, our love is like a fuse that's burned out. |
| Oh, oh, our love is like a fuse that's burned out. |
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Notes
Originally by the B-52's, on their 1987 album Bouncing Off the Satellites. Sinéad's version is considerably heavier (is that Marco Pirroni on guitar?) and hard-rocking than the original.
Chevy Duster:
A 1970s muscle car model made by Plymouth, not Chevrolet.
trailer:
Trailer home. The B-52's liked to use a lot of lower-class cultural references, and this is about as low as you can go.
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