| Take a little piece of this until the winter start
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| Make a little circle right before you fall apart
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| I lay down on cushions like the way you fold your arms
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| Take a little piece of this before you fall apart
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| We’ve been wrestling something, reckless assumptions
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| Lately you’ve been skipping the parties, loving nobody
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| You say you’re not distant for nothing, just wanna feel something
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| But it’s always system if you were private
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| Is it true?
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| Take a little piece of this until the winter start
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| Is it true?
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| Make a little circle right before you fall apart
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| Too good to be true
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| I lay down on cushions like the way you fold your arms
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| Too good to be true
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| Take a little piece of this before you fall apart
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| And now you’re shaken from something
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| Here come the assumptions
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| You say you’ve got skin on the table
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| But you’re unafraid of
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| Friends that you no longer reply to
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| You’re keeping them wack
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| Then lay down in deep isolation
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| Hope you can make it
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| Too good to be true
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| Take a little piece of this until the winter start
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| Is it true?
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| Make a little circle right before you fall apart
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| Too good to be true
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| I lay down on cushions like the way you fold your arms
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| Too good to be true
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| Take a little piece of this before you fall apart
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| Oh-oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh-ooh
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| Oh-oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh-ooh
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| Oh-oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh-ooh
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| Oh-oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh-ooh
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| Oh-oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh-ooh |