| All I can ask is that we stay like this forever
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| Because I’ve spent a decade just wishing that we could
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| Fantasies were unmet, and we never kept our promises
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| This time I swear I have it figured out for good
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| You can be found in the cheapest and sweetest of bottles I have ever swallowed
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| down
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| I’d rather have you than this spinning room
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| That smells like cheap booze and perfume
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| When you wrote me off, I wrote a song about a holocaust
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| You were the premise that dropped the melody into my head
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| Like a bomb that falls and spreads itself across the harbor of my heart
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| Destroying every single vessel in the bay
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| I feel the same way
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| Cheated, depleted
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| A once-boastful army defeated by a play-Judas bullet to the lips
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| Just check the tube of your ChapStick
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| It’s shaped the same
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| I shape myself around you
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| But you never take the blame
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| I was two hundred and oh
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| My god, you came around last minute
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| Brought the loss to me
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| I missed the trophy wife
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| «Please, can you help me?»
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| I’d say to my family
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| If you would ever settle down and realize that it’s always been me |