| It might be heaven
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| If you loved me without all the loopholes
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| Spell out the letters
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| But I’m reading them back just for you, I don’t know why I do
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| It might be heaven
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| If the knife in my arm didn’t pin me
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| We’re in my bedroom
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| But this feels like the last time you’ll win
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| Things end where they begin
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| I don’t wanna think about it anymore, it’s useless
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| Baby, you already know, the truth is we’re through it
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| Lock the door behind you
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| Something awful, it’s your blueprint
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| Everything in flames, you’re killing cupid
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| It might be heaven
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| In a fever dream, nothing’s what it seems
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| It’s getting reckless
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| Playing make-believe, ripping at the seams
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| Don’t try and tell me it’s heavenly
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| Better be, sure you don’t want this 'cause nothing’s for free
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| It’s never heaven
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| When you don’t really get what you see
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| Why won’t you fold?
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| There’s really not a point in lying
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| Got so cold
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| Laugh in my face when I’m dying
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| Keep it close
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| 'Cause nothing ever hurts the same for you and me
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| I guess let’s feel it on our own
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| I don’t wanna think about it anymore, it’s useless
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| Baby, you already know, the truth is we’re through it
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| Lock the door behind you
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| Something awful, it’s your blueprint
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| Everything in flames, you’re killing cupid
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| It might be heaven
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| In a fever dream, nothing’s what it seems
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| It’s getting reckless
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| Playing make-believe, ripping at the seams
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| Don’t try and tell me it’s heavenly
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| Better be, sure you don’t want this 'cause nothing’s for free
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| It’s never heaven
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| When you don’t really get what you see |