| You gotta shake, gotta shake, gotta shake this feeling
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| That your heart is on a semi-permanent vacation
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| And the thump in your chest when you take a deep breath
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| Sounds like a beater on a broken drumhead
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| You better double down on the turnaround
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| There’s a hole in your chest, an ex-lover's neck rest
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| They would listen to the patterns of your heart
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| Beating in the middle of the night to sleep
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| But, nowadays you don’t sleep
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| You just stare at the ceiling
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| And all the cracks run this way and that way
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| Make you remember when you stared at them together and
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| You said you never want to fall in love again
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| And your life is only bout surviving
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| One endless tragedy and onward to the next
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| And happiness is just an accident wearing different clothes
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| (I can’t agree)
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| (I don’t abide)
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| (Want you to see)
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| Gotta break, gotta break, gotta break this sealing
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| 'Cause your heart is bubble-wrapped in permanent depression
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| And the bump in your chest when you take a deep breath
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| Sure sounds like a beater on a broken drumhead
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| You said you never want to fall in love again
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| And your life is only 'bout surviving
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| One endless tragedy and onward to the next
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| And happiness is just an accident wearing different clothes
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| You said you never want to make your bed again
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| With emotions or anything that lets love in
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| You’d rather spend your nights with cut and dry desire
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| So let your happiness retire
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| And give up being human
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| I wish I could join in
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| Never being human
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| Never let love back in |