| What you gaining to see me down?
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| And putting the image up, the same but inaccurate
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| You’re such a sucker for a low-blow and an empty head
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| And you hide inside another bed and you cry into a cigarette
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| Talkin' to myself but the saints won’t let me out
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| My brain’s stuck in the elevator
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| Said all the wrong things but didn’t know
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| Bang-bang, shoot down the imitator
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| He don’t fit well into my clothes
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| My brain’s stuck in the elevator
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| Said all the wrong things but didn’t know
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| Bang-bang, shoot down the imitator
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| He don’t fit well into my clothes
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| Don’t you hate it, how you love me now
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| How you can’t seem to get enough
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| Does it make you delirious?
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| (Or does it make you just a little sick?)
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| Do you feel well? |
| (Oh-oh)
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| Do you need to lay down?(Oh-oh)
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| That’s the price of a wanderlust (Oh-oh)
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| I could lend you a couple bucks
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| (I'll lend you something that will get you through the week)
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| Talkin' to myself but the saints won’t let me out
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| My brain’s stuck in the elevator
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| Said all the wrong things but didn’t know
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| Bang-bang, shoot down the imitator |
| He don’t fit well into my clothes
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| My brain’s stuck in the elevator
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| Said all the wrong things but didn’t know
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| Bang-bang, shoot down the imitator
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| He don’t fit well into my clothes
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| And I thought the way you’d see me was so luminous, so luminous
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| When all your insecurities will only turn the flowers to dye
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| And I thought the way you’d see me was so luminous, so luminous
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| And try to tear the want in us, so luminous, so luminous
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| My brain’s stuck in the elevator
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| Said all the wrong things but didn’t know
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| Bang-bang, shoot down the imitator
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| He don’t fit well into my clothes
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| My brain’s stuck in the elevator
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| Said all the wrong things but didn’t know
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| Bang-bang, shoot down the imitator
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| He don’t fit well into my clothes
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| (And I thought the way you’d see me was so luminous, so luminous)
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| My brain’s stuck in the elevator
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| Said all the wrong things but didn’t know
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| (And try to tear the want in us, so luminous, so luminous)
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| Bang-bang, shoot down the imitator
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| He don’t fit well into my clothes |