| 5:13am, eyes open wide
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| She’s like a dream to me, a cranberry sunrise
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| Phased out the red, white and yellow
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| RIP RCA
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| Traded her VHS for my mixtape
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| The ground begins to shake
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| Every time she comes my way
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| The ground begins to shake
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| Every time she comes my way
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| And when I press her about the past
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| Picture perfect, she’s far from that
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| More ideas than IOU’s
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| With the ambition to see 'em through
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| You look so good, you’ve got me confused
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| I can’t just cover it up like your first tattoo
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| You got me shook, trippin' over my shoes
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| An earthquake ain’t nothin' compared to you
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| Feel the crash at noon
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| From lack of coffee and Prozac
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| No emails coming through
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| In my mind I’m with you
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| The ground begins to shake
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| Every time she’s in the room
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| Feelin' tremors run down my spine
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| Chill me out just like an SSRI
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| She hates me whenever I go
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| It hurts more than it shows
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| You look so good, you’ve got me confused
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| I can’t just cover it up like your first tattoo
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| You got me shook, trippin' over my shoes
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| An earthquake ain’t nothin' compared to you |