| You’ll only see us in the back
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| GothBoiClique, all black
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| I knew love once, it’s hard to forget
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| I thought of you and nights spent
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| When I’m backed against the wall
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| I thought of her and highly
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| 'Cause she answered when I called
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| I want her to wanna hurt me
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| And I miss 2013 love songs
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| And I’m so lost, under club lights
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| In the all black, GothBoiClique
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| GothBoi, I’m the one you can’t avoid
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| No choice, baby, I be makin' noise
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| GothBoi, I’m the one you can’t avoid
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| No choice, no choice
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| Lookin' for you in the back of the club
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| Lookin' for her in the back of the club, fucked up
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| Everybody know I numb it with the drugs
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| Everybody know I numb it with the drugs
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| Fucked up in the back of the club
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| Cast a sigil in the back of the club
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| I got scars on me, no love
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| Light a candle and I pray for Døves
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| And you’re fadin' away, like the pill under my tongue
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| We seriously never even touched, it sucks
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| I’ma put your name in my skin, mix the ink in my blood
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| It’s so fucked
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| So tell me what is love
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| If I ever had it, if I ever had it
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| Did I really want it?
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| And why can’t I remember?
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| I cannot remember
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| I took the black two-seater when you pushed me away
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| Into the dark, I only want what’s best for you, baby
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| I reach out to you, but slowly
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| If there’s passion there, then show me
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| Fast, hard
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| It’s a slow drug
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| And I swear that
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| But it’s true love
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| These are true lines
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| Saw you in the back of the club again
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| And we just started textin' again
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| And now you sendin' pictures to my phone, like I just can’t resist
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| I’m tryin' not to let you feel missed (Tryin' so hard)
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| And now we’re in the bar, like 6 PM
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| And now we took a bottle to your bed
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| Listenin' to Slowdive, eyes like so-so red
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| And I can’t stop starin' at the back of your neck
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| And you think you can make me love again
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| I swear that I will never feel a thing
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| Hollow shell, quiet hell, but you’re so into me
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| Screamin', «Why don’t you love me back?!»
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| 'Cause it’s GothBoiClique, 'til my lungs collapse
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| GothBoi, I’m the one you can’t avoid
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| No choice, baby, I be makin' noise
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| GothBoi, I’m the one you can’t avoid
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| No choice, no choice
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| Lookin' for you in the back of the club
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| Lookin' for her in the back of the club, fucked up
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| Everybody know I numb it with the drugs
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| Everybody know I numb it with the drugs |