| I listen to the radio sometimes when I’m home alone
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| Thinking about the days we spent and the nights I waited next to the telephone
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| (You never called)
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| And I can hear my heartbeat, punch through the silence
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| When I’m lying in bed with my headphones on
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| It’s probably all my fault that you’re gone
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| And I’ve been coughing ever since I heard you leave
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| And then I went straight back to sleep
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| I wish the bags under my eyes weren’t as heavy as my head
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| And I’ll wait till you come home, look through the window at the streets below
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| One of the downsides of being honest is I’ll be sleeping on my own
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| I knew you couldn’t wait for me to leave at 6 am
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| The coldness of your skin reminded me of the last time I held your hand (I feel
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| nothing)
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| And I can feel your heartbeat, push through my t-shirt as we
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| Lie awake at 2 am
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| I know that you are thinking the same thing
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| And I’ve been coughing ever since I heard you leave
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| And then I went straight back to sleep
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| I wish the bags under my eyes weren’t as heavy as my head
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| And I’ll wait till you come home, look through the window at the streets below
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| One of the downsides of being honest is I’ll be sleeping on my own
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| Sometimes it’s hard, thinking fuck letting go
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| Of all the things you’ve held so tightly, and that you’ll never know
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| How it feels to be loved by somebody else, there’s a hole inside my chest that
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| could never be filled
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| And I’ve been coughing ever since I heard you leave
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| And then I went straight back to sleep
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| I wish the bags under my eyes weren’t as heavy as my head
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| And I’ll wait till you come home, look through the window at the streets below
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| One of the downsides of being honest is I’ll be sleeping on my own |