| Mrs. human
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| You’re not grieving
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| You’re just making fun of me
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| Twelve years in tow, a carnal blindfold
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| I stuck to my guns
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| 'Til you told me
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| I dig the grave you lay in
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| You called my bluff, I’m shaken
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| Paper tulips on your eyelids
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| You say you don’t wanna do this
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| Paper tulips on your eyelids
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| You say you don’t wanna do this
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| Might’ve lost the plot this time but
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| I’m on your side
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| Know I can be hot and cold at the same time
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| That’s the one paradox in me you don’t like
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| Give you eveything you want in life
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| But you’re running from me like I’m hiding something
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| Sinister behind these eyes
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| Girl, suicide when you told me
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| I dig the grave you lay in (Lay in)
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| You called my bluff, I’m shaken
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| Paper tulips on your eyelids
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| You say you don’t wanna do this
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| Paper tulips on your eyelids
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| You say you don’t wanna do this
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| Ooh, but you got so bored of brushes on a canvas
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| So you never leave with the same one you came with
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| And you try so hard to be so understanding
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| But you don’t stick the landing, ooh
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| Ooh, but you got so bored of brushes on a canvas
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| So you never leave with the same one you came with
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| And you try so hard to be so understanding
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| But you don’t stick the landing |