| Absentee
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| Completes me
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| Our vapid clouds depleted
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| I’m a stranger
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| In my life
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| Oh lord
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| Send me back in time
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| Back in time
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| To before we met
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| I would confide in myself, say that:
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| «Once you give her everything»
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| «She'll turn, and she’ll die on you»
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| But time won’t let me go
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| Never gonna make it on your own
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| I’m never gonna make it ‘cause
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| I cannot
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| I wanna second-guess but I take the fall
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| Never gonna make it on your own
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| I’m never gonna make it ‘cause
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| I cannot
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| But I never had feels like this before
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| Oh lord
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| Send me back in time
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| Back in time
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| To before we met
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| I would confide in myself, say that:
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| «Once I give her everything»
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| «She'll turn, and she’ll die on you»
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| But time won’t let me go
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| Self-inflict
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| Your projected
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| I’ve seen what you deleted
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| Now I’m a stranger
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| In my mind
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| Oh lord
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| Send me back in time
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| Back in time
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| To before we met
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| I would confide in myself, say that:
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| «Once I give her everything»
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| «She'll turn, and she’ll die on you»
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| But time won’t let me go
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| Never gonna make it on your own
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| I’m never gonna make it ‘cause
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| I cannot
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| I wanna second-guess but I take the fall
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| Never gonna make it on your own
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| I’m never gonna make it ‘cause
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| I cannot
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| But I never had feels like this before
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| Oh lord
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| Send me back in time
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| Back in time
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| To before we met
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| I would confide in myself, say that:
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| «Once I give her everything»
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| «She'll turn, and she’ll die on you»
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| But time won’t let me go
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| Yeah, coming up we’ve got a bunch of like acts that like ticketed Tuesday or
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| Thursday, so like I have to be there? |
| (Yeah) Um… and yes, I sold the rose
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| like you know like I can’t keep like… I can’t keep calling for you.
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| (Mmm) And then (?) and she’s like, «'Cause you didn’t show up 'til—» (?
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| ) She texted me last night. |
| She’s like, «Can you play a show tomorrow night?
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| «And I’m like, dude??? |
| I’m like no, I’m like I mean I literally, literally,
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| literally, I’m sorry. |
| I’m like, I’m already taking Julia’s shift and I
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| literally need like one night to like not be in the fucking club.
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| I need like one day off, like, can I at least have that like…
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| I got designs
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| Every time… |