| Can’t get your name past my lips like a slur
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| And I think I’m in love with the idea of her
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| Lie in the morning aurora
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| What time is it in California?
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| Throwing up brains through my mouth
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| Yeah, I’m thinking out loud, things we won’t talk about
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| Remember the time ether we snuck in her house?
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| They don’t want me around
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| But I can’t get your name past my lips like a slur
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| And I think I’m in love with the idea of her
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| Cry like annoying sicadia
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| What time is it in California?
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| GMT minus eight and I’m staying up late
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| With your face in my head like a drone
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| If I don’t want anyone then why do I feel so alone?
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| I’ll reach out if you don’t
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| 'Cause I can’t get your name past my lips like a slur
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| And I think I’m in love with the idea of her
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| Lie in the morning aurora
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| What time is it in California?
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| I can’t get your name past my lips like a slur
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| And I think I’m in love with the idea of her
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| Cry like annoying sicadia
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| What time is it in California?
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh |