| If imagery could walk out of my head,
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| you’d see yourself in bed with me.
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| I can hear you through the walls.
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| Can you quiet down those moans, I’m the jealous type.
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| Never thought that I would see you string me up by my own two feet.
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| Dirty writing in the stalls
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| And you won’t return my calls, I feel like a speck.
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| A single grain of sand atop your honey beach-bodied golden tan.
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| I’m praying there’s no waves.
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| But where did I go wrong?
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| Was it the bottle or the bong?
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| Cross fade — sleep till noon the next day.
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| Where did I go wrong?
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| I’ve been to happy for too long.
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| But lo' I rarely conquered when I came.
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| People filling cups half full.
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| The music choice is typical, just so we can yell.
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| Never taste just one eye-candy you never know how this night could go.
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| I’m trying hard to make you swoon
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| but there are so many bodies in one room it’ll make you sweat.
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| Oh, how a brief intoxication causes so many hearts to break.
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| I’m praying I’m not one.
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| If imagery could walk out of my head,
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| you’d see yourself in bed with me.
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| But before I say anymore, you never even knew me at all.
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| I’m a liar I’m a liar I’m a liar I’m a liar. |