| See that tree outside? |
| That’s my mother’s flaming neck
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| And I don’t give a fuck, you can hang me from it
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| I had that dream again, the one where I was licking at your hips
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| We spoke about babies names and how it has to be like this
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| See that tree outside? |
| That’s my dad’s trustworthy net
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| And I don’t need your luck, I want to be caught in it
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| I had that dream again, the one in a garden in a bed
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| We spoke about the way things change. |
| «Don't ever talk to me again.»
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| And when it comes, I hope that I know it
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| Yeah, when it comes, I hope that you’re there
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| And when it comes, I’ll try to be honest
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| Yeah, when it comes, I’ll have my hands in your hair
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| Tyler taught me how to swear in the songs I thought that no-one'd hear
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| That the things I said were full of shit
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| The friends-of-friends and the bands they’re in
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| And if this all ends and I pray it ends
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| I’ll know some things can finally mend
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| They won’t play this song on the radio
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| So I’ll just drag it down on you, I know
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| And I’ll pretend like this’ll keep going
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| Why would you want to stop when it’s a good feeling?
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| An ungrateful prick, I never asked for it
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| Now I can’t stop, I just suck and spit on everyone I ever loved
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| «Oh my god Tom, what have you done?»
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| I hope they play this song on the radio but I know they won’t
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| I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW
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| Who am I to tell you how to feel your pain?
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| Like relief lives inside both your parent’s names
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| Losing one but gaining one to blame!
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| I know you’re not me!
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| I’ll learn that one day…
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| I know, I’M SORRY
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| Missing a lot of things
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| I know you’re not me!
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| I’ll learn that one day…
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| I know, I’M SORRY
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| Missing a lot of things |