| Choke it up the orange kind, I will not be by your side
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| Met him once before but now he’s gone
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| Picturesque in solitude, unfortunately full of you
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| Harmful to the point of moving on
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| Another heartbeat, waking up the whole street
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| I was never much, for hopeless carry on
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| When the scar bleeds, wait until you can’t scream
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| I won’t be the last, so watch me take this home
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| Somewhere else instead
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| I’ll always be the one to, hope for
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| Scratches on your legs
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| It’s okay, it’s okay
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| Sitting in the lovers chair, oblivious to modern care
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| Medical and personal abuse
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| We can snap the ligaments, into place in time and space
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| Laughter and the sound of cutting loose
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| Another heartbeat, waking up the whole street
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| I was never much, for hopeless carry on
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| When the scar bleeds, wait until you can’t scream
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| I won’t be the last, so watch me take this home
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| Somewhere else instead
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| I’ll always be the one to, hope for
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| Scratches on your legs
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| It’s okay, it’s okay
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| Somewhere else instead
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| I’ll always be the one to, hope for
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| Scratches on your legs
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| It’s okay, it’s okay |