| Fall into the shower
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| Useless and cold
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| And you don’t ask that much of me
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| The tiles are freezing
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| Oh, wrap your hand around the back of my head
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| Oh, I’m a liar, I’m whatever you said
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| There’s a fire in you that gets me all upset
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| And I’ll bring up the past while you try to touch my leg
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| But I can’t get home and I live down the street
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| There’s a park full of weirdos looking at me
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| Oh, wrap your hand around the back of my head
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| Oh, I’m a liar, I’m whatever you said
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| There’s a fire in you that gets me all upset
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| And I’ll bring up the past while you try to touch my leg
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| Please take me home, wrap me in a towel
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| The marks are all gone
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| I’m feeling myself again
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| Please take me home, wrap me in a towel
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| The marks are all gone
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| I’m feeling myself again
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| Please take me home, wrap me in a towel
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| The marks are all gone
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| I’m feeling myself again
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| Please take me home, wrap me in a towel
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| The marks are all gone
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| I’m feeling myself again
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| Fall into the shower
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| Useless and cold
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| And you stand there and look at me
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| Tryna' make sense of it all
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| Tryna' make sense of it all
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| Tryna' make sense of me
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, wrap your hand around the back of my head
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| Oh, I’m a liar, I’m whatever you said
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| There’s a fire in you that gets me all upset
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| And I’ll bring up the past while you try and touch my leg |