| When I wake up, I hope you’re gone
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| Said I’d love you, but not for long
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| I’m not breathing in your air
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| I feel nothing. |
| I feel nothing
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| Don’t be mad because it’s not your fault
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| You wanted the ocean, but I’m just the salt
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| Drying out your mouth, tiring you out
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| I don’t want to see the sunlight
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| Gliding down your back in the morning
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| And there’s no need to warn me
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| That you don’t ever get close to
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| The ones you lie down with
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| I’m already absent
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| My chest is a basement
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| Where my heart is all boxed up
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| Don’t be mad because it’s not your fault
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| You wanted the ocean, but I’m just the salt
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| Drying out your mouth, tiring you out
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| And what we had might have burned real slow
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| But I blew it out, so we’ll never know
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| And as the light starts to leave the room
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| I’m not in love with the afterglow
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| Don’t be mad because it’s just for fun
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| We’ll stay the night, but never see the sun—the sun~
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| …When I wake up, I hope you’re gone…
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| Don’t be mad because it’s not your fault
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| You wanted the ocean, but I’m just the salt
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| Drying out your mouth, tiring you out
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| And what we had might have burned real slow
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| But I blew it out, so we’ll never know
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| And as the light starts to leave the room
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| I’m not in love with the afterglow
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| I’m not in love
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| I’m not in love with the afterglow |