| I live in my mind and you can’t make this right
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| It’s labyrinthine, again, I’ve got to try
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| To get back in line and let it be benign
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| I’m not feeling divine
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| They say I’m unhinged and I don’t give a shit
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| They’ll never get it unless they sat under my skin
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| And saw what I did, actually, fuck that, God forbid
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| They see what I did
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| I got fucked up again, I was crying
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| Some hours in the A. M, I was writing
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| Notes on my phone, «Always keep raw thoughts close
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| When you get fucked up and you’re going back home»
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| Fuck it, girl, I really miss you, you were my best friend
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| In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
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| All the meaning in emotion, I’m emotionless
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| And you’re sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
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| Thinking about
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| Me in the backseat, driving in your mum’s blue car
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| Why do I take these drugs? |
| Why do I go too far?
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| I liked the backseat, driving in your mum’s blue car
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| Why do I take these drugs? |
| Why did I get?
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| I got fucked up again, I was crying
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| Some hours in the A. M, I was writing
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| Notes on my phone, «Always keep raw thoughts close
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| When you get fucked up and you’re going back home»
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| Fuck it, girl, I really miss you, you were my best friend
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| In the hours when it falls, I try to comprehend
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| All the meaning in emotion, I’m emotionless
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| And you’re sitting by the ocean thinking about sex
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| Thinking about
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| I’m thinking about you and you’re thinking about sex
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| I’m thinking about you and you’re thinking about sex
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| I’m thinking about you and you’re thinking about sex
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| I’m thinking about you and you’re thinking about sex
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| I’m thinking about you
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| I’m thinking about you |