| And we’re still told, glice are sparked by discovery
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| You’re paper heart didn’t miss a thing
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| I’ll raise my glass, I’m high as I’m thinking
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| Little did I know that was not enough
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| As I’m dreamin'
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| Am I dreamin' of
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| That’s not what I wanted
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| You have what I wanted so
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| Now what you did was so cold
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| We don’t talk, struck by lost what’s the difference now
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| We raised our hands in a different light
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| So we let it go, tried out stifed conversation
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| But our hands go to another world
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| As I’m dreamin'
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| Am I dreamin' of
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| That’s not what I wanted
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| You have what I wanted so
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| Now what you did was so cold
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| You’re no good for my soul
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| You’re no good for my soul |