| Rub two sticks together, you don’t always get a fire
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| But I thought the spark we made was alright
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| And I have to say, I thought you’d be here by my side
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| Just don’t like singing about you like you’d died
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| Don’t like singing about you
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| Like you’d died
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| You might as well of though, the way I felt for ages
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| I’m still uncurling
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| Still checking out what’s hurting
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| Well tell me is it terminal? |
| Oh God, I really hope not
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| Cause I just turned 27 and there’s so much road to travel
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| Although you were so beautiful
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| I got a road I wanna travel
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| So don’t apply a tourniquet, don’t start resuscitation
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| For interal bruises
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| Check first aid for losers
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| My heart is just a silly plant, it grows towards the sun
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| I’m gonna have to trick it, and turn the porchlight on
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| I’m gonna have to trick it soon, and turn the porchlight on
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| Well the sun is high today but the wind has got the stage
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| It’s iciness is taunting me to rattle my cage
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| I’m gonna walk down to the corner
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| Or even a little bit further
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| Wearing all the clothes I own but I’m not wearing any
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| Wearing all the clothes I own
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| But I’m not wearing any of your shit
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| You can put me in your pipe and smoke me |