| You’re the tick I found at summer’s end
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| Crawling around the back of my neck
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| I thought you were a sun spot I’d have memories of
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| But you’ve embedded yourself and you’re sucking my blood
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| I wish I was the kind of girl who sat in cafes mid day
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| Smiling with all my teeth showing
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| Maybe I’m just a parrot on your shoulder
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| Maybe I’ll be your next favorite placeholder, or maybe —
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| I’ll just shine
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| Like fog that’s grazing mountain tops
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| You barely even touched my arms
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| And I knew I wasn’t your girl
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| And I knew you weren’t my girl
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| And I wish I was the kind of girl who danced and played these games
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| Smiling with all my teeth showing
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| Maybe I’m just a parrot on your shoulder
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| Maybe I’ll be your next favorite placeholder, or maybe —
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| I’ll
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| And I’ve been practicing my party tricks
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| Moving the knife between my fingers
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| While I make my friends all nervous
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| Moving it faster and faster all the while hoping that I miss
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| And I know that I’m the kind of girl whose fire cannot be smothered
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| The kind who would meet their god, my Mother
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| Maybe I’m just the parrot on your shoulder
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| Maybe I’ll be your next favorite placeholder
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| But baby —
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| I’ll just shine |