| I’m the mortal coil wrapped around your finger at the end of every day
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| Pushing daisies through your letterbox never helped me find a way
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| You’ve given up on the things that you told me to believe in
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| I remember the look on your face when you told me you were leaving
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| I’m a sinner
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| Things are never gonna be the same
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| You’re my compass-spinner
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| Still, you keep my heart trapped inside of your birdcage
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| I’m the mortal coil wrapped around your finger at the end of every day
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| I’ll keep persisting like a stubborn weed through the debris and grow
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| I’ve given up on myself and the things that I believe in
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| I remember the look on your face and I just couldn’t believe it
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| I’m a sinner
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| Things are never gonna be the same
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| You’re my compass-spinner
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| Still, you keep my heart trapped inside of your birdcage
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| Inside of your birdcage
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| Still, you keep my heart trapped inside of your birdcage
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| Inside of your birdcage
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| Still, you keep my heart trapped inside of your birdcage
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| I set fire to everything you left
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| I didn’t think about the downsides in loving you to death
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| Pushing daisies through your letterbox
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| Trying to find all of the things I lost
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| Taking time to try to right the wrongs
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| Maybe there’s nothing wrong with me
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| I’m a sinner
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| Things are never gonna to be the same
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| You’re my compass-spinner
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| Still, you keep my heart trapped inside of your birdcage
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| Inside of your birdcage
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| You keep my heart trapped inside |