| He was
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| Summer surprises, spicy kisses
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| Hands laced crossing bay bridges
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| No presents on Christmas
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| Our wedding rings were spider, neon green
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| And that red squishy thing from an arcade by the sea
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| Skin and bone, brains and brave
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| An avocado tree and all the humming birds that came
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| He’s a flat tire on the curb
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| Shattered glass on the freeway
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| But nobody got hurt
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| He was a bullet
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| I didn’t wanna dodge
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| But to split straight through me
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| So I could peer through the bloody wound in my body
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| And say you were here
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| And it’s not what I wanted
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| But you’re no longer mine
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| Should’ve moved on by now
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| Should’ve left us behind
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| I don’t wanna love you
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| But I can’t cut the cord
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| I don’t wanna love you
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| I’ve OD’ed on fantasies
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| Of you bursting into roses on my doorstep
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| Coughing up regrets
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| A bouquet of apologies in hand
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| Saying «I'm so sorry darling
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| Can’t you understand?»
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| Our unborn children
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| Whisper in my ear
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| Dangle your last name
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| Like a promise that I’ll never wear
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| I’m bleeding watercolors
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| Gone is the furious flutter
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| Hello hello love, have you moved on to another?
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| You fold yourself into an origami prince
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| Convince yourself that one day when it’s right you will commit
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| But I know you better than that baby
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| Can’t you just admit
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| You don’t want a real girl
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| What you want doesn’t exist
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| And it’s not what I wanted
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| But you’re no longer mine
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| Should’ve moved on by now
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| Should’ve left us behind
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| I don’t wanna love you
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| But I can’t cut the cord
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| I don’t wanna love you
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| Anymore
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| And it’s not what I wanted
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| But you’re no longer mine
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| Should’ve moved on by now
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| Should’ve left us behind
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| I don’t wanna love you
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| But I can’t cut the cord
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| I don’t wanna love you |