| (I won’t listen
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| Because I know everything
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| All the time, absolutely
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| And you knew this when you fell in love with what was left of me
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| So let’s give it another shot, young missy
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| Come on)
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| I must think I’m some sort of rocketeer
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| Saving you from your awkward years
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| Gaping holes look like diamond mines
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| Through the ethos of a young man’s dying mind
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| I don’t know the way
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| I’m just in the way
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| Part of your patterned shirt
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| Set off the Amber alert
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| And leap from your brow into a heat distorted me
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| (Bows and Arrows, Bows and Arrows)
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| (Yeah) Commit my body to the undergrowth
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| Because life as we knew it has gone up in a puff of smoke
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| We embroidered clouds with pillow talk and thunderbolts
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| Broke child labour laws putting in work as young adults
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| Now you catch feelings, I catch planes
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| To avoid any meaningful exchange
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| My embrace is the icy grip of a mortician
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| Speed dating with me you scream out abort mission
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| I don’t know the way
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| I’m just in the way
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| Part of your patterned shirt
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| Set off the Amber alert
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| And leap form your brow into a heat distorted me
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| I don’t know the way
|
| I’m just in the way
|
| Part of your patterned shirt
|
| Set off the Amber alert
|
| And leap form your brow into a heat distorted me
|
| I don’t know the way
|
| I’m just in the way
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| Part of your patterned shirt
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| Set off the Amber alert |