| I wanna know what you’re doing
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| I heard that work’s been a nuisance
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| I miss the trees in Toronto
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| And I miss our place by the water
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| Don’t know why I still make music
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| Why I gave you up to pursue it
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| It’s still the same shit, it’s still hollow
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| Still saving up for that condo
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| Ooh, and Malibu’s burning, yeah
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| And it’s disconcerting and sad
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| But I’m slowly learning
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| That it’s out of my hands, 'cause
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| God is a fascist
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| And he holds all the cards
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| He brought us together
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| Just to keep us apart
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| And there’s nothing more tragic
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| Than this thing that we are
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| I’m a hopeless romantic
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| Who didn’t get the part
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| And God is a fascist
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| But he does have a heart
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| And I do believe
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| That someday you’ll be here
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| Alone in my arms
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| Alone in my arms
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| Summer is finally over
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| But it doesn’t feel like October
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| Your sweater’s still hung in my closet
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| Thought I would wear it more often
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| The sun seems to shine here forever
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| I’ve learned to crave shitty weather
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| Something to make me feel human
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| Like LA ain’t one big illusion, yeah
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| America’s sinking
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| And I just keep drinking like it’s my last
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| Done overthinking
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| 'Cause it’s out of my hands
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| God is a fascist
|
| And He holds all the cards
|
| He brought us together
|
| Just to keep us apart
|
| And there’s nothing more tragic
|
| Than this thing that we are
|
| I’m a hopeless romantic
|
| Who didn’t get the part
|
| And God is a fascist
|
| But he does have a heart
|
| And I do believe
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| That someday you’ll be here
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| Alone in my arms
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| Alone in my arms |