I put on a sweater, cover the wounds.
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I breathe in the city where it gets dark early.
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Cobwebs, warm days leftovers.
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We didn't finish the book without a bookmark.
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Chorus:
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You didn't become my friend.
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You didn't become my favorite, oh no.
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Beyond the Arctic Circle, don't look for me.
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I am no more.
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I melt, I melt, I melt, I melt...
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I melt, I melt, I melt, I melt...
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Second Verse: Glucose
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I break the chains and step firmly.
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Round dance of melodies on other people's chords.
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In the phone book, your name has been erased.
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The music broke, the noise of the airport.
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Chorus:
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You didn't become my friend.
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You didn't become my favorite, oh no.
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Beyond the Arctic Circle, don't look for me.
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I am no more.
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I melt, I melt, I melt, I melt...
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I melt, I melt, I melt, I melt...
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You didn't become my friend...
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Chorus: x2
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You didn't become my friend.
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You didn't become my favorite, oh no.
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Beyond the Arctic Circle, don't look for me.
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I am no more.
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I melt, I melt, I melt, I melt...
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I melt, I melt, I melt, I melt... |