| I write sad songs the best you lay your head on my chest
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| I write sad songs the best you lay your head on my chest
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| There’s been a leak in my roof again
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| Just like my ceiling, I’m caving in
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| I can keep four friendships alive, that’s my quota for this life
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| Cigarettes out front the laundromat
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| Say what you said and then take it back
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| To the sewer where it swells like some twisted fairytale
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| To make up for my unsubtlety
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| I’m stuck in somebody else’s make believe
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| That winter that I learned to fly
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| You pretend you didn’t see me cry
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| Neither did I
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| Neither did I
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| Don’t look in my eyes
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| I write sad songs the best you lay your head on my chest
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| You’re still not like the rest and I don’t know what’s up next
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| I know what you don’t even want to know
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| I know what you don’t even want to know
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| I know what you don’t even want to know
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| To the sewer where it swells like some twisted fairytale
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| To make up for my unsubtlety and
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| I’m stuck in somebody else’s make believe
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| That winter that I learned to fly
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| You pretend you didn’t see me cry |
| Well, neither did I
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| Neither did I
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| Neither did I
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| Neither did I
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| That winter that I learned to fly
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| You pretend you didn’t see me cry
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| Well, neither did I
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| Neither did I
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| Don’t look in my eyes |