| You’re like a night intruder
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| I am the last resort
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| Picking at our desires
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| This should be, this should be left alone
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| But you’ll never, you’ll never be what I want
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| You’ll never, you’ll never connect the dots
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| My number, my number is not your crisis line
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| Could you please stop trying dear?
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| Woke up in your bed
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| It’s killing me
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| And if my heart gives
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| Tear it out and take it as a trophy
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| I undress, I digress
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| Should I stay in tonight?
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| I want to be wanted but left alone
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| But we’ll never, we’ll never be what we want
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| We’ll never, we’ll never connect the dots!
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| My number, my number is not your crisis line
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| Take what’s yours, I’ll take mine
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| Tempting opportunity
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| Sends me off into a new obscurity
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| Why’s it feel so good to set myself back?
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| Woke up in your bed
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| It’s killing me
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| And if my heart gives
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| Tear it out and take it as a trophy
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| My favorite thing is killing me
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| Oh what I wouldn’t give
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| To get you gone so I come back
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| Get you gone so I come back
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| Get you, get you gone
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| I’ll take what you give even though it will lay me out
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| I’ll take what you give even though it’s acidic
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| And I’ll get better
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| I’ll get better
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| No, I’ll get better
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| No, yeah
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| Woke up in your bed
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| It’s killing me
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| And if my heart gives
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| Tear it out and take it as a trophy
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| My favorite thing is killing me
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| Oh what I wouldn’t give
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| To get you gone so I come back |