We have intimacy issues, abandonment issues, trust issues, we get paranoid...
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Abandoned Missile Silo Baby
She used to be loved
She held them all enthralled
Money was no object
Now she’s just a rusting hulk
She was useful when they needed her
Now missile silo baby, we’re through
Even if you were the last person on earth
I would still curse the day you were born
All these men have come and gone
Guys like Titan, built like a Greek god
There was Atlas, who held up her world
Minuteman, he didn’t last
But she really loved
Thanatos, he broke her heart
She’s built for vengeance
The feeling’s mutual
She’s built to destroy
All that she touches
Out of sight out of mind
She’s still on the verge of going off
She has intimacy issues, abandonment issues, trust issues
She gets paranoid
You don’t want to set her off
Doomsday never looked so attractive
They’ll love her again
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