| You sag a little when you get alone
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| If I matter now I will do something
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| And you need someone
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| To clean up in here
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| Push-ups kissing the floor
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| Shitty fake plants go blue
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| Did you think love would be pretty
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| And do you just want pretty things?
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| Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings
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| I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think
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| Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings
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| I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think
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| Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings
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| I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think
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| Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings
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| I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think
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| Quiet threats, no enemies
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| I don’t try to understand you, no
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| Play my shit, I lay down innocence
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| I count on it
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| Sun rises overhead, I will
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| Make up a reason to talk to you
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| A million stunning first impressions
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| My machine needs oxygen
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| Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings
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| I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think
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| Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings
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| I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think
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| Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings |
| I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think
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| Missing me, the nights turn into ceilings
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| I can’t be the outlaw that you seem to think |