| I studied reality religiously
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| Sunday, all day I hear them preach
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| Fix themselves with a simple touch
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| But just break and fall when it’s too much
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| They say I swear too much
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| All I swear is my love to you
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| They say there’s too much make up
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| All I make up’s what I broke with you
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| They say don’t tell your stories out loud
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| But that’s what makes them true
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| Will you be my muse?
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| Will you be my
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| I lose myself in a maze of trust
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| Dead ends with walls that smell of rust
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| Yellow gifts were tools, let’s screw it all
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| We’ll pass this test then we can finally grow up
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| They say I swear too much
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| All I swear is my love to you
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| They say there’s too much make up
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| All I make up’s what I broke with you
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| They say don’t tell your stories out loud
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| But that’s what makes them true
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| Will you be my muse?
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| Will you be my
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| They say I swear too much
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| All I swear is my love to you
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| They say there’s too much make up
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| All I make up’s what I broke with you
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| They say don’t tell your stories out loud
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| But that’s what makes them true
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| Will you be my muse?
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| Will you be my… |