| Who’s gonna pick up the spiders?
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| Be the candy underneath my eyelids?
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| Gonna tell me that I’m too far gone, and I should go home?
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| Who’s gonna pick up the pieces?
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| Make it better when she reaches?
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| Gonna tell me that it’s been too long, and I should come home?
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| 'Cause I’m a thousand miles away but we’re underneath the same sky
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| Underneath the marquee moon, tequila sunrise
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| About a hundred times a day my finger hovers over FaceTime
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| Swear I saw your face in the flicker of the streetlight
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| All your best friends think
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| I’m a wasteman but
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| I’m just doing me
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| I just can’t compete
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| With these visions of what you think your man should be
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| Should be
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| But who’s gonna quit all the violence?
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| Be the one who dares to break the silence?
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| Gonna tell me that I’ve said too much, and I should go home?
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| Who’s gonna tell me that it’s worth it?
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| That maybe I should put the work in?
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| Gonna tell me that it’s time that I grew up, and I should go home?
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| 'Cause I’m a thousand miles away but we’re underneath the same sky
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| Underneath the marquee moon, tequila sunrise
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| About a hundred times a day my finger hovers over FaceTime
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| Swear I saw your face in the flicker of the streetlight
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| Who’s gonna pick up the spiders?
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| Be the candy underneath my eyelids?
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| Gonna tell me that I’m too far gone, and I should go home?
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| Who’s gonna pick up the pieces?
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| Make it better when she reaches?
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| Gonna tell me that it’s been too long, and I should come home? |