| Heart stopping
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| Nobody’s watching in
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| Your chalk lines on the bed
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| Your dress is paper thin
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| Misleading comments
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| Explain the context
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| You’re talking nonsense
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| Just take another sip
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| These chemical agents
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| Are not what they make us
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| More than I could live with
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| Inhibitions unlifted
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| The more that we sink is
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| The more that I think that I know
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| Who’s gonna love you when I’m gone
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| You’re on a fault line, face half drawn on
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| She said, it’s just a few drinks
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| Barely can taste it
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| Don’t try to save me
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| Don’t know what you’re wasting
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| When I’m gone, when I’m gone
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| Who the fuck’s gonna love you
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| We are original ghosts
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| Felt, but never seen
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| Like fish in a sail boat
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| We fight for the air through the smoke that we breathe
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| These chemical agents
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| Are not what they make us
|
| More than I can live with
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| Inhibitions unlifted
|
| The more that we sink is
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| The more that I think that I know
|
| Who’s gonna love you when I’m gone
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| You’re at a fault line, things have gone on
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| She said, it’s just a few drinks
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| Barely can taste it
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| Don’t try to save me
|
| Don’t know what you’re wasting
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| When I’m gone, when I’m gone
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| Who the fuck’s gonna love you
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| When sorry isn’t good enough
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| I’m left you thinking who’s the one
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| I tried to change to make this work
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| But in the table turns
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| Who’s gonna love you when I’m gone
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| You’re on a fault line, face half drawn on
|
| She said, it’s just a few drinks
|
| Barely can taste it
|
| Don’t try to save me
|
| Don’t know what you’re wasting
|
| When I’m gone, when I’m gone
|
| Who the fuck’s gonna love you
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| Who the fuck’s gonna love you
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| Who the fuck’s gonna love you
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| Who the fuck’s gonna love you |