| Why you making that face?
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| Hanging close inside your hair space
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| Don’t tell me that you’re ok
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| You got so far in her space
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| And if you know you’re gonna die soon
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| You turn your heart into a dark room
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| And since we know we’re gonna die soon
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| I don’t wanna think about it
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| Fuck that, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Fuck that, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Fuck that, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Fuck that, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Think about it, think about it, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Think about it, think about it, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Now you’re in a black box
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| Stale, smoking old socks
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| Don’t tell me that it’s ok
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| It’s not gonna be ok
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| And if you know you’re gonna die soon
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| You turn your heart into a dark room
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| And since we know we’re gonna die soon
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| I don’t wanna think about it
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| Fuck that, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Fuck that, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Fuck that, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Fuck that, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Think about it, think about it, I don’t wanna think about it
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| Think about it, think about it, I don’t wanna think about it |