| You choose our time
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| You like my room
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| Know you don’t know where I’ve been
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| But you know how I like it
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| And you said it would save us
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| You say you’re not okay so I play dumb
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| Something makes me cry
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| But I don’t know why
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| Lately, I don’t feel strong enough
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| To pick myself up from the floor
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| In the bed or in the car, falling apart in your arms
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| Ashamed of what I can’t quite figure out
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| Any time, night or day, home or hundreds of miles away
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| I’m still caught between each corner of your room
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| Know you don’t know where I’ve been
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| But you know how I like it
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| We should care if it kills us
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| For a thrill in a dream makes us sleep better
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| «It's not enough for me
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| But should it even be?»
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| «It's not enough for me
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| But should it even be?»
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| «It's not enough for me
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| But should it even be?»
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| «It's not enough for me
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| But should it even be?» |