| How am I supposed to breathe?
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| I try to relax, I touch your still frame
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| So I can watch you closer
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| And study the ways I believe I belong to you
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| To you, so I
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| I scratch at your waist line, your doll hair
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| I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
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| So I make you my religion, my collision, my escapegoat
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| So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?
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| Can you pretend I’m amazing?
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| I can pretend I’m amazing…
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| Instead of what we both know
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| Instead of what we both know
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| I cut to the punch line, baby
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| Can you pretend I’m amazing?
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| Instead of what we both know
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| Now our history is for sale
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| And for that, I apologize
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| You see, you’re my only know how
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| The study of when I believe I belonged to you
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| To you
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| You see, I’ve made you into something more delicious
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| My sweet ghost
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| So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?
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| Can you pretend I’m amazing?
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| I can pretend I’m amazing…
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| Instead of what we both know
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| Instead of what we both know
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| I cut to the punch line, baby
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| Can we pretend I’m amazing?
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| Instead of what we both know
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| I’m so sorry…
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| There it goes…
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| Back over there… |