| Our hearts break over and over forever, or at least each time we meet
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| I’m keen to keep this agreement we tend to talk but never speak
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| (Pre-chorus)
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| I’m bitter and drunk again, in the living room with old R.E.M
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| Though I don’t know any of them, you’re city across with your phantom friends
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| Lie awake
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| Confess your flaws to the ceiling
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| Lie awake
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| A million tiny ghosts fall from your throat
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| Lie awake
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| Confess your flaws to the ceiling
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| Lie awake
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| A million tiny ghosts fall from your throat
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| It’s a funeral for a feeling, a life I forget to live
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| The feeling is fleeting
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| Purple bows and summer clothes
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| Every night is disparate and every night our distance grows
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| (Pre-chorus)
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| I’m bitter and drunk again, in the living room with old R.E.M
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| Though I don’t know any of them, you’re city across with your phantom friends
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| Lie awake
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| Confess your flaws to the ceiling
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| Lie awake
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| A million tiny ghosts fall from your throat
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| Lie awake
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| Confess your flaws to the ceiling
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| Lie awake
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| A million tiny ghosts fall from your throat
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| It’s a funeral for a feeling, a life I forget to live
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| I’ll call you up and lie about the fucks that I don’t give
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| I felt the bed fall away on the night you left, I barely closed my eyes with
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| the amount I slept
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| Like a falling star to ground below
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| If you ever fall again don’t let me know
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| So sleep alone out of spite, every night |