| He never had cool stories
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| He doesn’t make you heartbeat
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| You still love his mystery
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| But now he’s just exhusting
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| Another day spent the just laying in his room the strench of incense
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| And some undelivered food
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| She thought what if he thinks I’m the one and i’ll be forced to walk away with
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| him and his obssesion with trivial things
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| Like the amont of fucking love arts
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| I finish my text messeges with…
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| And when you hold his hands
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| It doesn’t feel like flying and when you take his breath away
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| He might as well be dying
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| And you’re dying to breathe
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| You’re trapped in his cage
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| And it’s shirinking
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| And she thought what if he just never leaves
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| Or if he doesn’t get the messege
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| And he doesn’t hear my please
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| So she just started screaming
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| Oh why can’t he just bore
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| Me to death?
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| Why can’t he just bore me today?
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| Why can’t he just bore me to death?
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| Why can’t he just burn me today
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| Why can’t he just bore me today?
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| Why can’t he just bore me today?
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| Why can’t he just bore me to death? |