| I remember when your head caught flame
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| It kissed your scalp and caressed your brain
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| (I remember when your head caught flame)
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| Well you laughed, baby, it’s okay
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| It’s buzzcut season anyway
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| (Well you laughed, baby, it’s okay)
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| Explosions on T. V
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| And all the girls with heads inside a dream
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| So now we live beside the pool
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| Where everything is good
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| We ride the bus with the knees pulled in
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| People should see how we’re living
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| (We ride the bus with the knees pulled in)
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| Shut my eyes to the song that plays
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| Sometimes this has a hot, sweet taste
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| (Shut my eyes to the song that plays)
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| The men up on the news
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| They try to tell us all that we will lose
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| But it’s so easy in this blue
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| Where everything is good
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| And I’ll never go home again (place the call, feel it start)
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| Favourite friend
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| (nothing's wrong if nothing’s true)
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| I live in a hologram with you
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| We’re all the things that we do for fun (and I’ll breathe, and it goes)
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| Play along (make-believe it’s hyper real)
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| But I live in a hologram with you
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| Cola with the burnt-out taste
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| I’m the one you tell your fears to
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| There’ll never be enough of us
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| Explosions on TV
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| And all the girls with heads inside of dreams
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| So now we live beside the pool
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| Where everything is good
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| And I’ll never go home again (place the call, feel it start)
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| Favourite friend
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| (nothing's wrong when nothing’s true)
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| I live in a hologram with you
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| We’re all the things that we do for fun (and I’ll breathe, and it goes)
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| Play along (make-believe or hyper real)
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| But I live in a hologram with you
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| And I’ll never go home again (place the call, feel it start)
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| Favourite friend
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| (nothing's wrong when nothing’s true)
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| I live in a hologram with you
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| We’re all the things that we do for fun (and I’ll breathe, and it goes)
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| Play along (make-believe or hyper real)
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| But I live in a hologram with you
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| I remember when your head caught flame
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| It kissed your scalp and caressed your brain
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| (I remember when your head caught flame)
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| Well you laughed, baby, it’s okay
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| It’s buzzcut season anyway |