| You never act aloud the way you appear
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| My every breath awakes alarms in your ears
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| I’m not confused, it’s just you’re making me think
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| Of all our conversations missing their link
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| I wanna know all the dreams that you keep beneath
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| I want the words that you whisper when I’m asleep
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| Wanna give back the things that I plan to take
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| And I hope you won’t care
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| But all your makeup’s running
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| And I’m walking you home
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| And my dick takes over
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| And I’m thinking 'bout your lips
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| But we’re too damn sober
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| For mistakes like this
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| And my dick takes over
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| And I’m thinking 'bout your lips
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| But we’re too damn sober
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| For mistakes like this
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| I see you more at night then you do the day
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| I’m more concerned for what you’ll leave if you stay
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| I’m not confused, it’s just I don’t wanna talk
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| It seems the key was not to peek through the locks
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| So I wanna hear all the screams that you keep beneath
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| I want the words that you whisper when I’m asleep
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| Wanna give back the things that I never take
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| And I know you don’t care
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| But all those pretty people are still going home
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| And my dick takes over
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| And I’m thinking 'bout your lips
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| But we’re too damn sober
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| For mistakes like this
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| And my dick takes over
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| And I’m thinking 'bout your lips
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| But we’re too damn sober
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| For mistakes like this
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| For mistakes like this
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| For mistakes like this
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| Like this, like this, like this |