| You’re something else
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| I’ve never even met you
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| And I’m stocking all my shelves
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| Prepping for my downfall, once again
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| You remind me so little of him
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| Almost to a fault
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| I’m bending over backwards
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| Trying to undo
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| All The heartbreak and the pressure
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| Bullshit he’s trained me to do
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| Reactions, and habits
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| That’ll be my own undoing
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| And maybe there’s no point
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| In seeing all these boys
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| You get so many «no's»
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| You can’t hear the yes
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| But maybe you’re the thing
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| That’ll make me lose my voice
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| You’ll swallow my words for me
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| Don’t give me a choice
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| You’ll be the thing to fix
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| These torn and shattered limbs
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| Teach me what you know
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| And I’ll teach you
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| You’re nothing like the last
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| Perhaps it’s all false hope
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| Please pick up all my pieces
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| I can’t be alone
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| I’m heart over head
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| Falling much too quick
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| But loving you is so much easier
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| Than trying to fix
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| And grow from what he did
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| From what he’s planted in my head
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| This idea that I’ll always be broken
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| I’m not trying to use you
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| You’re much too good for me
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| But that sliver of a chance
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| Has me higher than can be
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| My lows are brought back up
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| And to thank for that I have you
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| Maybe there’s no point
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| In loving all these boys
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| You waste time and energy
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| You can’t get back
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| But you’re just so damn cute
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| I can’t seem to think straight
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| You’re dulling all my senses
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| Bring me back
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| It’s like you’re what I’ve missed
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| I never knew I’d need
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| Make me want to write a million songs
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| You hold yourself so well
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| It makes my legs go weak
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| Our bodies are like pieces
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| And we barely speak
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| You are something new
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| And I need someone who
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| Can teach me how to walk again
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| You aren’t even mine yet
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| But damn I’d like to get
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| A bit of a change
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| Maybe you’re the point
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| In seeing all those boys
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| I wanted something better
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| And here you are
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| And maybe that’s the point |