| I’m the girl in the haze, I’m the hole in the picture
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| I’m the gale in your neighborhood
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| I am the shape in the dark and I’m holding on for light
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| As long as you don’t flip the switch in your heart
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| I’m the lipstick trace on your mirror
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| The curveball at the end of the bar
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| I’m the bobby pin under your pillow
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| I’m the click of your door that shuts in the night
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| I’m a gal in your maze
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| Full of hoes and other creatures
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| You lonely pal, you’re a mess
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| I know your heart rears back while I’m holding on for light
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| I’m the lipstick trace on your mirror
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| The curveball at the end of the bar
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| I’m the lack in your arms, I’m a flash in the pan
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| I’m the bobby pin under your pillow
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| Since you don’t flip the switch
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| I’m the click of your door that shuts
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| Since you don’t flip the switch
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| I’m still the click of your door that shuts
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| In the night
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| I’m the girl, I’m the hole, I’m the gale
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| I’m a gal, I’m a hoe, I’m a mess
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| I’m the lipstick trace on your mirror
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| The curveball at the end of the bar
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| I’m the lack in your arms, I’m a flash in the pan
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| I’m the bobby pin under your pillow
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| Since you don’t flip the switch
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| I’m the click of your door that shuts
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| Since you don’t flip the switch
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| I’m still the click of your door that shuts
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| In the night |