| Would you come to the funeral?
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| I think you’d be late
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| And everyone would have to ask your name
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| Would you come to the funeral?
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| It’s just like a date
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| Except you’re alone and I don’t have much to say
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| I’ve been trying my hardest not to help myself
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| Just wanna be missed and it’s going well
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| I’ve been trying my hardest not to hurt myself
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| But that kind of thing sells
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| When you’re thirteen and you’ve yet to smoke weed
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| And you’re grappling with your masculinity
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| Please leave me alone I’m not a grown up yet
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| Well I come and go away in ways that only you would notice
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| But I think that you still don’t
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| I’ve been trying my hardest not to help myself
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| Just wanna be missed and it’s going well
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| I’ve been trying my hardest not to hurt myself
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| But that kind of thing sells
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| Consequently I’m sleeping on my own
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| With girls I barely know
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| Girls I barely know
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| And boys that I barely know
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| Boys that I barely know
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| Was it anchors or palm trees?
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| I couldn’t tell
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| There is no payoff
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| I think it’s just as well
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| So what was on your bag
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| That night in a well
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| Was it anchors or palm trees?
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| Was it anchors or palm trees?
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| Spend a night in the well
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| Or three nights in a well
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| But there is no payoff
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| I think it’s just as well
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| My hands full of your hands and full of your blood |