| Melancholy
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| More than one year past that day
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| But I’m still sorry
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| And this is what bleeding out feels like
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| This is what you wanted me to feel right?
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| You wanted me to feel like always
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| Melancholy
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| More than one year since I said call me
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| Guess you’re still stalling, and I’m still all in
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| But girl, risk it all like I did
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| Like it was easy for me
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| Like you must like this silence
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| Or you’ve found solace before me
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| This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
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| This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
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| And I’m back again, feel used again
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| Alone again, but you’re my only friend
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| I wrote you this song but I doubt you’ll ever hear it
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| You walk past couture and treat the windows like they’re mirrors
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| From inside the store, it seems like I got ignored
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| But you weren’t looking past the door
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| To be down
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| I can show you what it feels like to be down
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| To be down
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| Wanted me to feel like always
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| Melancholy
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| More than one year since I said call me
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| Guess you’re still stalling, and I’m still all in
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| But girl, risk it all like I did
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| Like it was easy for me
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| Like you must like this silence
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| Or you’ve found solace before me
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| This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
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| This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
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| This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
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| I can show you what it feels like to be
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| At home again, I’m torn again
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| Alone again, and you’re my only friend
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| You’re my only friend
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| And I can show you what it feels like to be down
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| And I can show you what it’s like to be down
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| To be down
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| I can show you what it feels like to be
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| This is what you wanted, isn’t it? |
| (I won’t go, I won’t go)
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| This is what you wanted, isn’t it? |
| (I won’t go, I won’t go)
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| This is what you wanted, isn’t it? |
| (I won’t go, I won’t go)
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| I wrote you this song but I doubt you’ll ever hear it
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| You walk past couture and treat the windows like they’re mirrors
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| From inside the store, it seems like I got ignored
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| But you weren’t looking past the door |