| Bloodshot eyes
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| No, I can’t focus
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| Since I let you in
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| Ever since I let you in
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| Every high
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| Like a crashing ocean
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| It’s been sinking in
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| Ever since I let you in
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| Thinking in circles
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| When we’re not together
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| If I let you go I’d be better
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| I don’t know what I’m chasing
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| I’m smoking I’m pacing
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| Hours go by like forever
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| Now I’m like
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| I want you
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| It’s way too late
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| I’m restless
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| I’m wide awake
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| Every time I lay down I can’t sleep
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| You’re keeping me up I’m like
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| I need you
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| And if you knew
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| Without you
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| You in my room
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| Every time I lay down I can’t sleep
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| You’re keeping me up caffeine
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| Vacant head
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| In this empty bed
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| Yeah, I think I’m losing it
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| I’m pretty sure I’m losing it
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| It’s messed up nice
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| That you’re my vice
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| And I keep on using it
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| It’s probably why I’m losing it
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| Thinking in circles
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| When we’re not together
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| And fighting it won’t make it better
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| Now I’m like
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| I want you
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| It’s way too late
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| I’m restless
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| I’m wide awake
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| Every time I lay down I can’t sleep
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| You’re keeping me up I’m like
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| I need you
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| And if you knew
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| Without you
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| You in my room
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| Every time I lay down I can’t sleep
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| You’re keeping me up caffeine
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| If you call me up on the way home
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| Start talking sweet like you always do
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| I’d be a mess and I think you’d know it
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| If you call me up on the way home
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| Keep talking sweet like you always do
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| I’d be a mess and I think you’d know it
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| But I’d never show it
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| I want you
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| It’s way too late
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| I’m restless
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| I’m wide awake
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| Every time I lay down I can’t sleep
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| You’re keeping me up I’m like
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| I need you
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| And if you knew
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| Without you
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| You in my room
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| Every time I lay down I can’t sleep
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| You’re keeping me up caffeine
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| If you call me up on the way home
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| Start talking sweet like you always do
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| I’d be a mess and I think you’d know it
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| If you call me up on the way home
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| Keep talking sweet like you always do
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| I’d be a mess and I think you’d know it
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| But I’d never show it |