| It’s 3 hours before early,
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| And I’m already feeling guilty,
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| Though I know it’s gonna hit me,
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| I’ll drag out the calm before the storm,
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| My mam says don’t get too attached,
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| She knows I fall in love so fast,
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| When it’s clear that it won’t last,
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| But what can I do?
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| How can I concentrate with you throwing that look at me?
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| I want to hold you but I won’t get your smell off me,
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| You’re good for my mind, but not my productivity.
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| So I’ll make the best of what we have got,
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| Knowing that I’ll lose the plot,
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| When this thing that we have had to stop,
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| Yeah, there’s no fix here for you,
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| Disconnection does make sense,
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| But I don’t think in future tense,
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| I can’t keep you in suspense,
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| It seems so cruel. |