| It’s late, we turn the TV off
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| It’s old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker
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| You want to build fires on hot days
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| Feel the coolness of my gaze
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| I’m a troublemaker
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| Three years in and I call to crush what remains of this love
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| On a cold morning of you arriving
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| I was struggling for survival
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| It’s late, we turn the TV off
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| It’s old, makes the sound of a salt-shaker, a windbreaker
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| You want to build fires on hot days
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| Feel the coolness of my gaze
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| I’m a troublemaker
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| Three years in and I call to crush what remains of this love
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| It’s going to be one hell of a year.
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| Keeping secrets in water tight compartments, Dear
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| It’s giving me the fear
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| I fall down like a tonne of bricks
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| What makes me sick won’t make me quit
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| I fall down like a tonne of bricks
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| What makes me sick won’t make me quit
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| I knew what you were talking about
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| I knew what you were talking about
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| I knew what you were talking about
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| I knew what you were talking about |