| Little jagged edge
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| I’m leaning in, again
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| I felt it when you said
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| That I’d adjust the mess
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| There was nothing I could do
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| To see your point of view
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| And that’s the truth
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| She says, «I hate the taste of the rust»
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| I said, «I hate how I think, I think too much»
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| But that’s alright
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| These days, it feels like all I know is this phase
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| I hope I’m basking in the glow
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| And these days, it feels like all I know is this phase
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| I hope I’m basking in the glow
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| Is there something bigger I don’t know?
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| So I take another sip
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| 'Cause I’m still not sick of it
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| And I guess if the shoe fits
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| You’ll know when I quit
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| 'Cause it never seems to fail
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| The weaker side prevails
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| And my weaker side prevails
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| And I hate the way I miss your touch
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| I hate these songs I sing, this empty drink
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| Do I even give a fuck?
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| Well, I don’t know
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| These days, it feels like all I know is this phase
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| I hope I’m basking in the glow
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| And these days, it feels like all I know is this phase
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| I hope I am basking in the glow
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| Oh, I am basking in the glow
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| Cut me up, I’ve said enough
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| Learned this lesson far too much
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| It’ll only bring you down
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| Carrying someone around
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| In your head, in your head
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| And there’s days it feels like all I know is her face
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| And I’m just basking in its glow
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| And those days it feels like all I know is this phase
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| I hope I’m basking in the glow
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| Yes, I am basking in the glow
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| Oh god, I’m basking in the glow
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| Something bigger, I don’t know |