| I’ve been looking through the yellow pages
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| It’s almost blinding how, the color print leads you in the wrong direction
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| Close my eyes and flip the pages
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| I put my finger down, I find you in the white
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| Tell me that I found you, all these names I’ve gone through
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| The fine print holds the answer, and I wanna know girl, I wanna know
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| Searching a through z has got me twisted,
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| I think I’ve lost my head, the papercuts are lethal proof that I am bled
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| And if you look in to you know I’m listed,
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| Just open the book you’ll find me in the red
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| Tell me that I found you, all these names I’ve gone through
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| The fine print holds the answer, and I wanna know girl, I wanna know
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| I think I’ve lost my head
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| You’ll find me in the red
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| These cuts are proof that I am bled
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| I think I’ve lost my head
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| You’ll find me in the red
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| These cuts are proof that I am bled
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| Tell me that I found you, all these names I’ve gone through
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| The fine print holds the answer, and I wanna know girl, I wanna know
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| Tell me that I found you, I don’t know girl, I wanna know |