| I was built for romance
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| And I was running to pass you by
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| Through daisies in a faded white
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| And thorns and cobwebs
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| You were born a recluse
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| And I was fixing to ask you why
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| For the hundred millionth time
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| Who you fooling?
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| 'Cause it takes a certain kind of fool
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| Waking up and smoking next to you
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| Did you even replace your Sunday clothing?
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| 'Cause it takes a certain kind of cool
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| Fucking up like where’s tomorrow’s news
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| It’s a sunny day and now it’s raining
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| You were born a titan
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| But you’re scared to be all alone
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| You leave your light on when no one’s home
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| Man, why you wasting?
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| I was built for torment
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| I won’t feel it when you don’t care
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| So remind me some time next year
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| Call my mother
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| 'Cause it takes a certain kind of fool
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| Waking up and smoking next to you
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| Did you even replace your Sunday clothing?
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| 'Cause it takes a certain kind of cool
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| Fucking up like where’s tomorrow’s news
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| It’s a sunny day and now it’s raining
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| 'Cause it takes a certain kind of fool
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| Waking up and smoking next to you
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| Did you even replace your Sunday clothing?
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| 'Cause it takes a certain kind of cool
|
| Fucking up like where’s tomorrow’s news
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| It’s a sunny day and now it’s raining
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| It’s a sunny day and now it’s raining
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| It was a sunny day, now it’s raining |