| So sorry for the trouble
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| The times we’ve been afraid of each other
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| 'Cause we didn’t understand
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| All the spells we cast without trying
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| We pushed through
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| Shipwreck in my lap
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| Sorry stained my mouth gumball blue
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| Through damp bodies crammed in Times Square
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| I logged a furious path one-handed
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| To a hotel with no one waiting
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| But me and me and my whole life
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| A fever, and the phone
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| How was I to know?
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| Sorry stained my mouth gumball blue
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| When strangers say, «I love you»
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| You’re banished to a planet with no sound
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| No sound (no sound)
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| But you come back for me
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| Sometimes only for your own peace of mind
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| Sometimes where there’s smoke
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| There’s just a smoke machine, honey
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| Honey
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| I’ve lived singing your songs
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| Long-legged mazes and English geometry
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| Daring not consider we were here
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| Should we break spells without trying
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| We cut our lasers short at crying
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| And kindly banish this soundless planet
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| To stain the edges of the nebula gumball blue
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| Another happy new year
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| Another happy new year
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| Another happy new year
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| Another happy new year
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| Another happy new year
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| Another happy new year |