| I got a twenty-dollar bill
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| That says no one’s ever seen you without makeup.
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| You’re always made up.
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| And I’m sick of your tattoos
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| and the way you always criticize the Smiths.
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| and Morrissey.
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| And I know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic.
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| But when I say let’s keep in touch,
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| I really mean I wish that you’d grow up.
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| This is the first song for your mix tape.
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| It’s short just like your temper,
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| But somewhat golden like the afternoons
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| We used to spend before you got too cool.
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| I got a twenty-dollar bill
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| that says no one’s ever seen you without makeup.
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| You’re always made up.
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| And I’m sick of your tattoos
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| And the way you don’t appreciate Brand New
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| And me.
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| And I know that you’re a sucker for anything acoustic.
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| But when I say let’s keep in touch,
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| I hope you know I mean I wish that you’d grow up This is the first song for your mix tape
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| And it’s short just like your temper
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| But somewhat golden like the afternoons
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| We used to spend before you got too cool.
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| Yeah, but I wish you were my shadow (repeat 4x) |