| Living in my bed
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| Obsessing over what you said
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| Killing every minute with an in breath
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| Nothing left to ask
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| I know I know it all
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| There’s a master at the gate
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| I tell it, tell it to wait
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| I don’t wanna go to this place
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| Every freckle on your face
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| Is another gateway
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| I’ll never get to fuck anyone
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| The way I know how to with you
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| I’ll never get to tell anyone
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| The things I know that I can tell you
|
| I’ll never get to fuck anyone
|
| The way I know how to with you
|
| I’ll never get to tell anyone
|
| The things I know that I can tell you
|
| Living in my bed
|
| Obsessing over what you said
|
| Killing every minute with an in breath
|
| Nothing left to ask
|
| I know that I know it all
|
| Hearing the truth feelings like a hook punch
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| There’s a master at the gate
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| And I tell it to wait
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| I don’t wanna go to this place
|
| Every freckle on your face
|
| Is another gateway
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| To another broken-hearted story
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| I’m never gonna fuck anyone
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| The way I know how to with you
|
| I’m never gonna tell anyone
|
| The things I know that I can tell you
|
| I’ll never get to fuck anyone
|
| The way I know how to with you
|
| I’ll never get to tell anyone
|
| The things I know that I can tell you
|
| I’ll never get to fuck anyone
|
| The way I know how to with you
|
| I’ll never get to tell anyone
|
| The things I know that I can tell you |