| I’m just getting used to this
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| My fingers are arguing over which
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| One of them gets to climb down your wrist
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| Introduce themselves to yours first
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| I try to make sense of this
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| 'Cause my lips are starting to make a list
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| Of all of the things that they seem to have missed
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| Before the day that they met yours
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| Oh, but how many lives have we
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| How many lives have we
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| How many lives have we led?
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| You’re just getting over him
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| Your eyes are shining
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| But, oh, so dim
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| I heard he tore you apart limb from limb
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| You promise it wasn’t the worst
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| And I hope there’s enough for you
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| 'Cause my love is bleeding and slightly bruised
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| You be the page and then I’ll be the glue
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| Come here, I’ll show you it hurts
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| Oh, but how many lives have we
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| How many lives have we
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| How many lives have we led?
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| How many lives have we
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| How many lives have we
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| How many lives have we led?
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| Forget all the times that you sat felt sorry for yourself
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| 'Cause that’s done
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| I hope that you’re falling for me and not just for my wealth
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| 'Cause there’s none
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| My heart’s speeding up so I think that we should take it slow
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| Oh, no, I
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| Think we should try to see just how far this thing can go
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| Oh, oh
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| I’m just getting over her
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| It’s funny, 'cause I thought I was so sure
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| You be the patient and I’ll be the cure
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| Ain’t that just the way that it goes
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| Oh, but how many lives have we
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| How many lives have we
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| How many lives have we led? |