| I know, I know
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| When you’re sleeping
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| 'Cause I scroll and don’t see new anything
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| Silent, silent
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| Are you breathing?
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| How do I know if you’re alive
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| If I can’t see you seething?
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| But if we stretch our mind
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| Maybe then we won’t ask why
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| We can freak out
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| We can freak out
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| Can I sleep on your couch?
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| And we can freak out
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| See through, see though
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| I seep into you
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| When you bite and your tongue gives more blood
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| And your mouth you will taste
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| Now you’re cracking my knuckles
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| And your scratching my elbow
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| And it’s with my voice you shout
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| «Do colours look different now?»
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| We can freak out
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| We can freak out
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| Can I sleep on your couch?
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| And we can freak out
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| We can freak out
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| We can freak out
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| Log out our account
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| And we can freak out
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| Close your eyes, you don’t need to see me
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| Focus on the heat and the weight of the gravity
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| Your hips, lips sliding front and back
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| And the tickle of the spiders crawling up your back
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| Close your eyes, you don’t need to see me
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| Focus on the heat and the weight of the gravity
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| Your hips, lips sliding front and back
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| Spiders crawling up your back
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| We can freak out
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| We can freak out
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| Can I sleep on your couch?
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| And we can freak out
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| We can freak out, out
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| Log out our account
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| And we can freak out |