| I’ve counted in Centigrade’s
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| Those are silent in the haze
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| I need you to wanna say
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| All the times that you lied
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| Them things got a little strange
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| I got hung out in the waiting rain
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| These things move in Centigrade’s
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| If I ever let you stumble
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| If I ever fall away
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| No one realised
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| When you were hard to rearrange
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| I waited for times to please
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| Those razors do make me bleed
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| I need you to wanna see
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| All the times that you lied
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| Them things got a little strange
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| You got sent out on your own again
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| These things seem to operate
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| If I ever let you stumble
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| If I ever fall away
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| No one realised
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| When you were hard to rearrange
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| Please still forget this number
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| But if you ever fall away
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| Comets weren’t founded
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| Left your darkness rearranged
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| I’ve counted in Centigrade’s
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| Those are silent in the haze
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| It’s time now for you to say
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| All the things you felt inside
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| If I ever let you stumble
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| If I ever fall away
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| No one realised
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| When you were hard to rearrange
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| Please still forget this number
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| But if you ever fall away
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| Comets weren’t founded
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| Left your darkness rearranged |