| I left it burning on the shelf
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| Lose enough sleep you’ll forget yourself
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| I know that lately it’s been hard
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| To know just who the hell we are
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| This conversation is sporadic
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| Learning lessons from an addict
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| One, two, three, four
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| I heard you talking on the phone
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| You think I want to be alone
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| You think you’re not supposed to be
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| The kind of boy in love with me
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| You say your mind is damaged goods
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| You might be damaged but you’re so good
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| You say your mind is damaged goods
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| You might be damaged but you’re
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| Come rest your tired thoughts here
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| You won’t make sense of us at all
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| Sometimes love lifts you higher
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| But sometimes love it makes you crawl
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| Doctors say it makes you depressed
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| To spend the whole day in your bed
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| That diagnosis may be right
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| But they never had you spend the night
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| They say your mind is damaged goods
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| You might be damaged but you’re so good
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| They say your mind is damaged goods
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| You might be damaged but you’re
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| Come rest your tired thoughts here
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| You won’t make sense of us at all
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| Sometimes love lifts you higher
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| But sometimes love, it makes you crawl
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| Come rest your tired thoughts here
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| You won’t make sense of us at all
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| Sometimes love lifts you higher
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| But sometimes love, it makes you crawl
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| One, two, three, four |