Sex is currency
She sells cars,
She sells magazines
Addictive bittersweet, clap your hands,
With the hopeless nicotines
Everyone’s a lost romantic,
Since our love became a kissing show
Everyone’s a Casanova,
Come and pass me the mistletoe
Everyone’s been scared to death of dying here alone
(She)
It’s easier than love
It’s easier than life
It’s easier to fake and smile and brag
It’s easier to leave
It’s easier to lie
It’s harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we’ve become?
Were is my soul?
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Sex is industry,
The CEO, of corporate policy
Skin-deep ministry,
Suburban youth, hail your so-called liberty
Every advertising antic,
Our banner waves with a neon glow
War and love become pedantic,
We wage love with a mistletoe
Everyone’s been scared to death of dying here alone
(She)
It’s easier than love
It’s easier than life
It’s easier to fake and smile and brag
It’s easier to leave
It’s easier to lie
It’s harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we’ve become?
Were is my soul?
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It’s easier than love,
It’s easier than love
It’s easier than love,
It’s easier than love
She is easier than love,
Is easier than, love
Everyone’s been scared to death of,
Everyone’s been scared to death of,
Everyone’s been scared to death of dying here alone,
alone
(Sex)
It’s easier than love,
It’s easier than life,
It’s easier to fake and smile and bribe
It’s easier to leave,
It’s easier to lie,
It’s harder to face ourselves at night
Feeling alone,
What have we done?
What is the monster we’ve become?
Where is my soul? (Where is my…)
Where is my soul?
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