| This is the moment that you know
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| That you told you loved her but you don’t.
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| You touch her skin and then you think
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| That she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me.
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| Yeah, she is beautiful but she don’t mean a thing to me.
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| I spent two weeks in Silverlake
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| The California sun cascading down my face
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| There was a girl with light brown streaks
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| And she was beautiful but she didn’t mean a thing to me.
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| Yeah she was beautiful but she didn’t mean a thing to me.
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| Wanted to believe in all the words that i was speaking
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| As we moved together in the dark
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| And all the friends that i was telling
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| And all the playful misspellings
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| And every bite i gave you left a mark
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| Tiny vessels oozed into your neck
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| And formed the bruises
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| That you said you didn’t want to fade
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| But they did and so did i that day
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| All i see are dark grey clouds
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| In the distance moving closer with every hour
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| So when you ask was something wrong?
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| That i think you’re damn right there is but we can’t talk about it now.
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| No, we can’t talk about it now.
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| So one last touch and then you’ll go And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more
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| But it was vile, and it was cheap
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| And you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me Yeah you are beautiful but you don’t mean a thing to me |