| I met you in November for a weekend
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| I loved you by December like a fool
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| You left me for a friend over the summer
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| I never had a chance to play it cool
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| I read all of the books you recommended
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| I listen to your friend’s band all the time
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| You justify and satiate my hunger
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| For not feeling alright
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| I misread every warning as an answer
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| To questions I was too afraid to know
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| We touched upon a suicide like tourists
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| You kiss me for an elevator audience, pack your things and go
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| When I’m lonely I smoke until I know how to sleep
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| So fine me, the bath is running cold but it’s deep
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| Finish what we started in a hotel with a view
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| I used to hate my body but now I just hate you
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| You call me while I’m backstage with a fever
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| You tell me how I’m always on your mind
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| I crush a paper bag to the receiver
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| I learned that trick from a cartoon kid, it’s always something I wanted to try
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| I heard you live at home now with your parents
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| It doesn’t satisfy me like it should
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| I still see you as some kind of reassurance
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| That someday I’ll be understood
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| When I’m lonely I smoke until I know how to sleep
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| So fine me, the bath is running cold but it’s deep
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| Finish what we started in a hotel with a view
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| I used to hate my body but now I just hate you
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| But I’m lonely I smoke until I know how to sleep
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| So fine me, the bath is running cold but it’s deep
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| Finish what we started in a hotel with a view
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| I used to hate my body |