| The longer that I’m out here the better you sound
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| You’re scrunching up your face in this picture I found
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| And I’m chasing after you, steadily losing ground
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| I don’t wanna forget so I’m writing it down
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| Have you ever? |
| No, never never?
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| I find that hard to believe
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| So let’s burn the furniture
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| To see how angry a fire could make me
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| Now you say that there’s someone that you need to reconnect with
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| Some scarecrow from high school that you loved but never slept with
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| A baby with a pipe dream playing hopscotch on your bandages
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| And I’m singing all his songs while I sleep on your couch
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| I’m coughing up a lung but I’m covering my mouth
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| And I paint you on the wall
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| Yellow, red, green and brown
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| I miss you all the time but I’m blocking it out
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| Are you better? |
| No, never never?
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| What does that say about me?
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| Now let’s break the smoke alarm
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| To see how scared locked windows’ll make me
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| Now you say there’s a stranger staring sideways in a deep freeze
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| A loner draped in ivy playing slumlord in his city dream
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| Some faker with an art form pulling magic tricks on the weak girls up his sleeve
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| And I’m choking right along with the words in my throat
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| I’m falling back in love with the letter you wrote
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| And I think that I was wrong, but I guess I don’t know
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| I figure that I’ll wait until you tell me so
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| Oh, Oh, Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
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| The longer that I’m out here the better you sound
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| You’re scrunching up your face in this picture I found
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| And I’m chasing after you, steadily losing ground
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| See I miss her every night but I’m blocking it out
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| And the longer that I’m out here
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| The longer that I’m out here, whoa
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| The longer that I’m out here, whoa
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| The longer that I’m out here, the better you sound |