| You’ve got a type
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| Pasty skin and dead inside
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| Oh, and green eyes
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| Yeah, ones that look just like mine
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| And you’ve got a motive
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| You pulled your hair back
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| Oh, I noticed
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| You can’t relax
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| Oh, I make you panic
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| Call me when I’m manic
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| But know that I’ll never call you back
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| I never should have came here in the first place
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| Thinking this might be the end of our days
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| Hedge your bets, get some rest
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| Get these feelings off your chest
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| You picked apart our conversations
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| But there’s nothing beneath the surface
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| I’m an asshole, I deserve this
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| Keep it down, hope no one’s heard us
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| I don’t want to hurt like this
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| I never meant to hurt like this |