| Hey, I can smell the cut grass
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| When I’m digging up your past
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| It’s always this time of year when I hate you the most
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| 'Love' is such a fucked word
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| A million suns and just one Earth
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| It’s always so nice to think that you’re going to die alone
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| Roll your eyes at the tough bits
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| Try to change but do nothing
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| I won’t sleep if it’s your bed
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| Stay up, talk with me instead
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| «I think you might’ve saved my life»
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| «Oh, that’s sweet. |
| It’s late. |
| I’m pretty tired»
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| A friend in love with you
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| A shitty mess to drag through
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| Split your lip, hate everyone
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| But we can all throw stones
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| A never ending walk home
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| It’s always so hard to forget when you never ever want to
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| Roll your eyes at the tough bits
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| Try to change but do nothing
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| I won’t sleep if it’s your bed
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| Stay up, talk with me instead
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| «I think you might’ve saved my life»
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| «Oh, that’s sweet. |
| It’s late. |
| I’m pretty tired»
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| You keep saying «you don’t know how this feels»
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| Don’t lie to me
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| Roll your eyes at the tough bits
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| Try to change but do nothing
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| I won’t sleep if it’s your bed
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| Stay up, talk with me instead
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| «I think you might’ve saved my life»
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| «Oh, that’s sweet. |
| It’s late. |
| I’m pretty tired» |