| Take a leaf of paper and draw your mind
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| Your bourbon brown that can burn my eyes
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| I lost your presence underneath the bridge
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| Unlock the door, let’s talk it out
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| Against the wall, hands on my mouth
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| Could this be it, is it really over now?
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| You wore a pink t-shirt and khaki pants
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| You played your songs and you danced your dance
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| I unwrapped your presents underneath your feet
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| Nine to eleven you’re getting weak
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| The tile is cold, I can barely speak
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| And I think she’s gone, but I’ll be sure for safety’s keeping
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| If you say no, then no it will be
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| I’ll stick it at our skin, pierced with colly strings
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| Just play it cool yeah, and try to avoid being seen
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| I’ll stick it at our skin, pierced for nothing
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| Well yeah I saw inside the mirror and your smoking gun
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| Along in the sign, the hours, the subscribing one by one
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| And I fell so fast in Seth Ott’s bedroom
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| You said you saw it coming but you didn’t see nothing
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| Your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet
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| Don’t worry about, don’t worry about anything
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| A pity invitation to an awkward house
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| For pseudo-boy that would rather wear a blouse
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| I sincerely saw your skin for the very first time
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| My curly hair and a voting booth
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| Confessingly, this is the first time I’ve loved you
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| And God I mean it, God I mean it, I hope that I mean it
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| 'Cause like dying young, idols got the best of me
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| Well don’t stop calling, you’re the reason I love losing sleep
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| And the building collapse, we’re so shop worn
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| We’re shop worn for something
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| I’ll stick it at our skin, pierced for something
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| Besides, don’t release me until it’s over
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| And besides, you can’t believe without bleeding
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| And besides, you can’t believe without bleeding |