| I can’t stand Morrissey
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| What about the Smiths, she said
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| On a first date wondering if it’s all in my head
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| Are you still with me?
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| Yeah — I think that I’m still here
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| But if I’m being honest there’s no body in this chair
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| I sleep like a vampire
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| Arms across my heart
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| Helicopters outside like creatures of the dark
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| It’s running in my head
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| I shouldn’t be awake
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| While the world outside my door is sharpening their stake
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| It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK
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| I’m not OK
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| But at least I keep trying
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| It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK
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| I’m just a name
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| With a vampire’s diet
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| She look like John Lennon
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| Hair up in a ponytail
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| Skeleton face like she’s
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| Heading to a funeral
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| Are you still with me? |
| (Yeah)
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| I think that I’m still here
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| But if the poison’s spreading
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| Better stay right where you are
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| Our death will be a livestream
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| Emoji broken hearts
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| She stis in the asylum
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| Blowing kisses in the dark
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| But she’s fallen deeply in love
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| His name’s the internet
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| And he’s a real blood sucker
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| But she’ll take what she can get
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| It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK
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| I’m not OK
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| But at least I keep trying
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| It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK
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| I’m just a name
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| With a vampire’s diet
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| I’d die to play my own funeral
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| Open up for an open casket
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| I stand two-footed in a grave
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| This lonely season is a holiday
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| This is the portrait of a man
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| Who’s given everything he can
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| There’s a shovel in his eyes
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| This time the sheep’s in wolf’s disguise
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| It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK
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| I’m not OK
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| But at least I keep trying
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| It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK
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| I’m not OK
|
| But at least I keep trying
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| It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK
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| I’m just a name
|
| With a vampire’s diet
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| It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK
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| I’m not OK
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| But at least I keep trying
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| It’s OK, it’s OK, it’s OK
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| I’m just a name
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| With a vampire’s diet |