| from my mouth right down your street
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| while you’re still home,
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| i hope you’ll hear me
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| cause if i feel this low again i’ll scrape the deep end
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| but maybe then i’ll stop pretending
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| yeah, maybe then i’ll stop pretending
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| that things just felt so cancerous for a while
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| i’m in the in-between
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| like new buffalo &oak street
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| I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach
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| cause don’t care if you can’t sleep
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| no, i don’t care if you can’t sleep
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| don’t think i care if you can’t sleep
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| stay away from the lake
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| cause if you see me i’ll be skipping memories i swore i’d keep with me
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| in constant hopes that they’ll erode just like the glass we’d take home
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| left to rot in a window well
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| they’re left to rot in your window well
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| some things just felt so cancerous for a while
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| I’m in the in-between
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| like new buffalo &oak street
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| I hope the thought of me keeps you away from the beach
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| cause i don’t care if you can’t sleep
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| no, i don’t care if you can’t sleep
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| when i close my eyes
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| i feel your summer skin
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| it pulls me apart and rips me open
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| when i close my eyes
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| i feel the warmth of the sun
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| it takes me back where i was where my youth was stolen |